August studied the rest of the hallway. He supposed he ought to be prepared to guard her from other onlookers should anyone emerge; she certainly wouldn't take kindly to anyone else seeing her, he suspected. No one else left their boxes, though, and August had actually nearly forgotten why he was staring at nothing when she spoke.

He turned around. This was probably where he should dismiss himself, but instead August said: "Your necklace. It's - crooked." Presumably it had been disrupted by her fall.

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