It felt like something in the air between them had shifted, but he didn't know what or how. This was a wildly different sort of situation than he anticipated for his next interaction with Sisse and he knew nothing about their last conversation was settled, but he was too worried about the present to worry about the past. He exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and passed her a weak smile. "Good," he was unsure as to what this was leading up to exactly, if anything, but things definitely didn't feel the same anymore. The kiss had been to release the spell, but somehow felt like more than that.

"I should find Mrs. Potts," before the blasted greenery decided to move again and he was repeating the moment. She was injured and he was in between where they had been and where they were currently and it left him off kilter. Alvin was not supposed to see her as anything other than Sloane's friend, but it was hard to do so when she was right in front of him looking every bit the woman she had become. It was an odd dichotomy and he didn't know what to do with it. Or if he should.