Not good. Not good! Never before, in all her training, had Adelle been informed of a scene like this. She'd always assumed the men would come to her in the brothel and it would be a piece of cake from there. She's not supposed to embarrass herself.
"Oh. Um, I'm fine," she said, her cheeks still tinted pink. She took his offered hand and lifted herself off the ground, rubbing at her messed skirts sheepishly. She sent a glance at her bag.