Diana mustered the strength to not bury her face in her hands, however the desire and embarassment to do so definitely flitted briefly across her face. She grimaced as she risked a glance around again, and her gaze moved back to Mr. Scrimgeour. He must have had more experience with ladies fainting than she realized, for his suggestion struck her as something he hadn't offered for the first time in his life. She nodded in agreeance. "I belive I am in a good state to move to the balcony," she responded, taking his outstretched hand and attempting to get up. She was careful to not put too much of her weight on him – merely enough to help her get up and onto her feet – before she took his arm properly and was led out onto the balcony.

The change in temperature from the ballroom to the balcony was an immediate boon the night granted her in light of the evening's recent events. She breathed a great sigh of relief as the air hit her person. Just as refreshing as a cool glass of water, she smiled easily. "What a beautiful night. I thank you for helping me back there, I am indebted to you Mr. Scrimgeour." She curtseyed her thanks, smiling up at him.