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"[b]Unfortunately I have to be so dull as to say it is.[/b]" Dorian said politely in soft reply. He followed it with a warm smile, almost a laugh, as he mused over her attention to detail and considered how his exposed secret sounded.
There was a comfort in the way they moved together that asked for no words, simply being was oddly company enough. Although strangers, her touch was like a re-embracing hug. Between that and those eyes, he lost himself. 
A lifetime repertoire as long as his arm of exceedingly polite pleasantries, impressive subterfuge flirtations and inspiring trivia, all at his instant disposal to wow and seduce, all seemed null and void. Right now in the moment, the words he was seeking continued elude him. So he paid her no false flattery, he let his eyes speak the words his mouth could not, and he just danced. Holding her as close and tight as etiquette would permit.

Dorians earlier words held truth as the mysterious woman left, with her absence she once again took his breath, and any words that may have accompanied it. He could only watch on helplessly as she vanished into the crowd. Then it hit him, all the tiny hints and signs that she was trying to hide. Guilt washed over him as he pieced together all the parts he had been blinded from seeing, lost to his own pleasure he failed to see her pain. How un-altruistic of him.

Suddenly his job, this event, his company, none of it mattered. As Dorian quickly rushed off towards the kitchen to make things right, he caught a glance of a very proud  Mrs. Eggard grinning eagerly. He had no time to contemplate the old woman's thoughts and merely politely nodded as he passed.

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It was what seemed many moments later when Dorian joined her on the balcony. The scenery etching itself into his memory as he gazed upon beauty perfectly framed by an equally fitting backdrop. Everything almost seemed surreal, it was too perfect. The gentle breeze of crisp cool refreshing air, the tune it sweetly played accompanied by the muffled bass of heart filled fun from the patrons still inside. The stars shining in perfect luminescence to light the sky and highlight her every perfection. Dorian approached slowly, very slowly, savouring the moment as much as he could.

The man did not come empty handed, a small pack was tucked under his arm, a wine bucket in his hand, a small towel hung from his belt and two wine glasses balanced between his fingers along with a bottle.

"Shhh" he says insistently as he approaches. Raising a hand to signal a vertical finger towards her lips. It was not that they were being secretive or anything, he merely didn't want her to object.
He moves with reason and kneels down in front of her, neatly placing out his array of items like they were tools. It becomes clear why the wine was not in the wine bucket as steam floats from the warm water inside. 

Without talking he takes the hand towel, soaks it in the warm water and standing back up, takes her hand in his and gently wipes away the blood. 
Next, with all his professional etiquette and style he pours and hands her a drink. Meanwhile a comforting smile never leaving his face.
Lastly after gesturing and leading Saoirse to sit on or against the railing, without hesitation he kneels before her, ever so softly taking her foot and gently scrubbing it clean. Where he can he massages the tired muscles and puts ointment and band aids on the more serious sores.

During this treatment his concerned eyes always seek out hers, assessing her level of comfort. Consideration fills his every purposeful move. When finally complete he stands and speaks.

"Sorry I didn't even realise earlier. How does it feel now?"