Anything else that had threatened to spill out went unspoken as she watched him panic. He sounded thoroughly unconvinced, even though his words were optimistic; something in her broke a little bit. She crumbled as he let go, unsteady legs threatening to give out on her completely and so she stumbled towards the bed for support.

She couldn't look at him, instead she pressed the heels of her hands to her face, trying to regain some semblance of calm, to try and get her wits about her. Both of them couldn't break down at the same time, they wouldn't get anywhere. Elsie forced herself to take a few deep breaths, running one hand over her stomach, trying to ease the nausea that was creeping up again.

They had to figure this out and soon, but she could completely understand where he was coming from and that he too needed time to process. "I'm sorry," She whispered miserably, chancing a glance at him. They'd gotten bold, careless, and now they had to suffer the consequences. This is what happened when two Gryffindors got over-confident.