There were several things that Reg was not, and being a white knight like he was brother was definitely at the top of his list. Anthony would have reached out to grab her, maybe loop his arms under her legs so she wouldn’t collapse to the ground (and being the gentleman that he was, he would probably also carry her to safety), but all Reginald could do was let out a small yelp as Miss Victorie started to faint.
How to save a fainting woman wasn’t ever covered in etiquette classes. Maybe it should be added to the curriculum.
On instinct he took a step back, letting his hands fall away from her shoulders – because, well, what else was he supposed to do when a person was crumpling toward him? It wasn’t going to do them any good if they both went down. Still, Reg’s hands twitched like maybe there was some heroic instinct that might kick in and save her, although by the time he realized maybe he shouldn’t have let her go, she was already on the ground.
“Ah.” He mumbled, blinking down at her in mild horror. “Well, that’s… unfortunate.”
Taking a quick glance around hoping that maybe a healer or someone much more qualified than he was might swoop in to deal with this situation, disappointment sat heavy in his gut when no one materialized. Reg crouched down. “Miss Victoire,” He whispered, not sure if he should touch her so he didn't, letting his stupid hands awkwardly hover near her head, “You’re not dead, are you?”
How to save a fainting woman wasn’t ever covered in etiquette classes. Maybe it should be added to the curriculum.
On instinct he took a step back, letting his hands fall away from her shoulders – because, well, what else was he supposed to do when a person was crumpling toward him? It wasn’t going to do them any good if they both went down. Still, Reg’s hands twitched like maybe there was some heroic instinct that might kick in and save her, although by the time he realized maybe he shouldn’t have let her go, she was already on the ground.
“Ah.” He mumbled, blinking down at her in mild horror. “Well, that’s… unfortunate.”
Taking a quick glance around hoping that maybe a healer or someone much more qualified than he was might swoop in to deal with this situation, disappointment sat heavy in his gut when no one materialized. Reg crouched down. “Miss Victoire,” He whispered, not sure if he should touch her so he didn't, letting his stupid hands awkwardly hover near her head, “You’re not dead, are you?”
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