With her lungs freshly invigorated by the cold night's air, Diana couldn't help but give an audible sigh as she accepted the reality of the situation. She smiled wryly at the wizard and nodded her aggreeance.

"I believe you are quite right, Mr. Scrimgeour." Placing one hand on the stone railing behind her, she pushed herself forward, but not before savoring the feeling of the cool stone against her hand. "Best get back to the festivities, else my mother think something.... nefarious happened." Honestly though, Diana thought, with a glance at the unobscured glass windows they faced. One could see straight to the balcony from inside.

Still, it was best to hold her chin up and get back to her mother who had no doubt already heard of her fainting spell. "I must thank you for your kindness, Mr. Scrimgeour." Diana smiled softly. "I feel quite refreshed, and I believe am well enough to return."