Smiling that he seemed overall okay she watched as he entered, feeling comfortable in his presence. [color=f49ac2]“Aren’t you kind.”[/color] Feeling a flutter when he mentioned he had come to see if she was okay. Moving to the sofa she joined him in sitting where he had gestured, he looked tired but then as he had mentioned they had covered security for quite the few hours. [color=f49ac2]“I’d love to say that sounds like fun, but I’m sure it’s not.”[/color] Glancing over at him she didn’t want to pry, not that he could even tell her, and she was certain of that fact. [color=f49ac2]“It’s important though and I’m sure you did well.” [/color]

Placing the crutches back down to the floor she felt herself relax more, feeling a bit more at ease with his company. [color=f49ac2]“Least you can relax now, well, I hope you can. I’m feeling a lot better. I’m so sorry about earlier. Who knew I was motion sick?”[/color] Chuckling softly as she remembered how she had felt earlier in that day, [color=f49ac2]“I’ve managed to rest a bit, did not regain my appetite but I ended up napping if I’m honest. Didn’t even sleep in the bed! This sofa is pretty comfortable.” [/color]

It was nice to keep the mood light; she had missed it especially after the events. Listening as he explained about the prisoners escaping, she frowned a little, but his reaction had only saddened her. She could see the weight on his shoulders over this all, a part of her wanted to give him a hug. Tell him it would all be okay something her mother would do when she was young. Although at that realisation she had remembered something about her past, no memory but she knew that her mother had done similar actions to ease her worries. 

Hearing the fact, they were dangerous she couldn’t help but think on it, the idea that there were dangerous people out should have scared her, but it didn’t. In fact, the idea that if his father found out about those memories from earlier was much scarier than these prisoners. 

[color=f49ac2]“Hey, you, I don’t want them forced smiles either. Prince or not.”[/color] Looking over at him as she saw a forced smile as he tried to change the subject, [color=f49ac2]“I'm sure you hate it when others aren’t real with you. Offer their fake smiles.”[/color] Leaning forward she touched his hand with hers gently, it was quite the forward move, but it seemed less so than the hug. [color=f49ac2]“Not everything can be great and that’s okay. We still had a wonderful day. I had a wonderful day.”[/color] Smiling as she let her hand drop, she felt her face heat up remembering the almost kiss, coughing slightly she tried to calm herself down not wanting to be embarrassed. [color=f49ac2]“Something I remembered that my mother used to tell me when things weren’t great was that everything will be okay. With a hug of course.”[/color] Coughing some more as she glanced away slightly, [color=f49ac2]“No matter what happens if you know you have done your best, done the right thing that’s all anyone can ask of you.” [/color]

Turning back to face him she wanted to help more, she wished she could but a part of her didn’t want to overstep her bounds. Plus, there was the nagging feeling in the back of her mind over the memories, but she pushed that aside. Now was not the time. [color=f49ac2]“Did you just want to relax tonight? I can meet those friends another time. Especially after the whole motion sickness… if it becomes unsettled again, I wouldn’t feel comfortable having to rush to the bathroom especially with these bad boys.”[/color] Winking at him as she gestured towards the crutches next to her.