He looked good - of course he had always looked good to her but she could tell that he was taking care of himself. He still looked tired, at least to her, but that seemed to be a typical Theo thing. It was strange seeing him like that. As was the rock in the pit of her stomach at the realization that he didn't need her around to take care of him.
She swallowed hard and pushed that though aside, smiling the best she could at him. "You're welcome. There's no one else that dance could have been dedicated to. It wouldn't have been right." she replied softly, her fingers nervously smoothing over the skirt of her dress now.
A light blush appeared and she looked down as if forgetting what she was just running her hand over. "Thank you. So do you." Merlin, she sounded pathetic.