Someone helped him up, but it wasn’t her. How could she just go like that?
“She thinks I’m rude,” Endymion moaned, still gazing after the redhead even as Oz started picking him up off the floor. “And clumsy, and probably mad,” he lamented, unresisting of his brother’s hold on his arm, but making no move towards getting a drink either. “Can’t you tell her that I’m not?” he pleaded, finally granting Oz a glance, though he hadn’t yet fully turned his head away from her.
“She thinks I’m rude,” Endymion moaned, still gazing after the redhead even as Oz started picking him up off the floor. “And clumsy, and probably mad,” he lamented, unresisting of his brother’s hold on his arm, but making no move towards getting a drink either. “Can’t you tell her that I’m not?” he pleaded, finally granting Oz a glance, though he hadn’t yet fully turned his head away from her.
