"Sorry about my father," Rachel sighed as we sat down for dinner together.
It was just the two of us in one of the many, many dining halls in the Creighton estate. Because, of course, they had so many that using a different one every night for a month would still leave some untouched.
"Don't worry about it," I said, offering her a small smile as I picked up my utensils. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah," she murmured, placing a hand over her chest, fingers curling slightly against the fabric. "After the Ball at Mythos Academy, I got really scared. And that just… exacerbated things. My feelings for you became—um—dangerous, both for me and you."
Her voice trailed off, her face turning a light shade of red as she scratched her cheek, but the smile on her lips was soft. Almost bashful.
I watched her for a moment before responding.
"Rachel, you don't have to worry," I said, setting my utensils down. "I know you're not like that."
Rachel shifted slightly.
