When Priscilla told Oliver about her life back home, his heart sank.[i] This proves terrible things happen to good people[/i], Oliver thought as bowed his head. Saddened at the thought of her and her family struggling to get by, having to resort to thievery just to eat. Oliver stopped walking and laid is hand on her shoulder, stopping her from walking as well. He looked at her with a face riddled with sorrow. He pulled her in close, close enough that there bodies touched, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her hug. "I'm so sorry you have to go through that...If there's anything I can do here, that can help. Please, don't hesitate to ask." Oliver said, as he released her from the hug. He looked her in the eyes and spoke once again,"It's starting to get late, we should probably head in the general direction of the ballroom." Oliver smiled at her and slowly started to walk back down the path.