He lets his hand drop, but the look on her face isn't something he can excuse himself from. "You—" Maybe she's right to shrug him off, because he can't make it past that word.

William swallows. His gaze twitches away from her to soldiers already shuffling off, murmuring to each other. Soon they'll be laughing. He finds his feelings have run dry.

He was moved. Now he's not.

He lowers his voice—for her sake. It doesn't matter to the rest of them. "Are you gonna be okay?"