She was not fine.

And neither was he.

However, they would continue their dance. They'd take a few measured steps forward, only to dart away again, each reluctant to anger or make the other uncomfortable. Even though there was so much that needed to be said. They had never really had a moment to process what had occurred. It almost felt like play-acting, and Zach wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to act the part.

"Yes, I'm sure we shall," he commented, mildly, resigned in the fact he was meant to refer to only himself and Ilona.

He edged away again and looked up at the star-filled sky. There were so many things he should have said, but he simply slipped back into more formal pleasantries, "It's a beautiful evening." He sounded distracted, adrift.