[ louis barely remembers he's holding her in his arms, almost crushed to his chest in the need to leave the table, refusing to let any see her face too clearly. seeing the people vampires might care for the most - it feels like a trap. danger. the house probably knows, anyway, but it's not the house he's worried about.

carefully, slowly, he sets her back to her feet but his arms remain loosely round her, sliding up her arms then gently re-arranging the long, loose waves from her face and shoulders. keeping his hands busy, keeping his mind away from the way his blood thrums with want for the feast, the way his senses have dialed up, up, up - fed so well for the first time in many decades. ]

No, I didn't.

[ low, intense, reflected in the green of his eyes. ] Had a mind to keep it hidden. Better that way for everyone. People -

[ but she speaks almost as if comforting. she's not truly afraid? ah - the resilient warrior queen. ]

You alright? No one laid hand on you, right?