That she was holding his hands only seconds ago was compartmentalized as a necessity for healing. The profession called for dealing with all sorts of injuries in all manner of places, holding hands was likely to be mild in the grand scheme of things. Mr. Wildsmith touching her shoulder, though, that wasn't an act of healing or anything really.

Alice flushed from her head to her toes as she slid from his touch. (While she did find Mr. Wildsmith incredibly handsome, she still wasn't convinced he wasn't trying to use their class difference as a way to entice her into improper activities. She might not have had the world class upbringing that he had, but her mother had raised a proper lady.) "Of course, Mr. Wildsmith. I tutor quite a few people and I'd hate to see any of them fall back on their studies." She replied mildly.