[Eustace's answer comes as a relief to her, too. Even if he did harbour any regrets of ill feelings towards her, she would have respected that. If not being around her would make all this easier for him to process, than she would keep away for as long as he needed... as much as it's pained her to do so since then. It isn't like Ilsa wanted to avoid him—she just didn't know what she would say or do when she no longer did.
So, there's a visible relaxing in her shoulders when he assures her that he didn't.
Which brings about another thought. Something that's been bothering her since the night of the masquerade. She may have been drunk, and maybe she doesn't fully remember all of the details of what happened before she fell asleep on the couch, but there is something that she can recall very clearly in her memories, as if it had only just happened yesterday.
And when the question spills out of her, she only belatedly realizes that she sounds like she's doubting him... That isn't her intent, but she is seeking a real, sincere answer from him about what happened.]
... Why did you leave the way you did, then? After you dropped me off.
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So, there's a visible relaxing in her shoulders when he assures her that he didn't.
Which brings about another thought. Something that's been bothering her since the night of the masquerade. She may have been drunk, and maybe she doesn't fully remember all of the details of what happened before she fell asleep on the couch, but there is something that she can recall very clearly in her memories, as if it had only just happened yesterday.
And when the question spills out of her, she only belatedly realizes that she sounds like she's doubting him... That isn't her intent, but she is seeking a real, sincere answer from him about what happened.]
... Why did you leave the way you did, then? After you dropped me off.