Diana nodded as he instructed her, her gaze to the floor. The knot in her chest was growing as he spoke to her. "Alright," she said, though she was going to approach one of the train staff instead, which would potentially prevent rumors from flying around and reaching her mother.

Looking up, she saw that Will wasn't facing her. Her shoulders drooped. Even though she knew he had a job to do, disappointment swelled in the pit of her stomach as she only faced his shoulder. His priority was her, he'd made that clear. So why wasn't he looking at her? Why did she want him to look at her anyway? Ever since they'd seen each other at the ball, whenever her mother had broached the topic of courting, it was Will who appeared in her mind. Did she appear in his? He was only a few years older than her, but society was scrutinizing both of them the older they got. He must have women flinging themselves at his feet.

Somewhere along this line of thinking, Diana resigned herself to the fact that Will's views on the matter were entirely due to the fact that their past remained firmly so – in the past. His eyes were on his future, and she was in the way. Diana took a step back, releasing his hand. "Be safe." she murmured softly, turning to sit back down.