Pausing when she felt him near her, Charlotte watched him from the corner of her eye, holding hard to the expression of relative indifference she had somehow been able to conjure to her face. When he only paused before throwing back his drink, she lifted her gaze to his own.

"I needed to see you. Needed to know you were okay. I'm feeling a bit like it was unecessary," his eyes slid to her face, "now."

"Perhaps," she began before a pause filtered through, and she was turning from him to adjust some of the cusions on the couch, needing to distract herself with someone. With her back once more to him, she breathed when her shoulders straightened, "Perhaps it's best if you go."

Turning towards him, she added as if an afterthought, "I am all right, Leathan, there's no need for concern."