As he slipped away her hand fell to her side, gathering the fabric in her skirt and tugging. There was a small part of her hurt by his movement - she hadn't wanted to touch him, yet she had. The small rejection in it prompted a mumbled 'sorry', instinctual and necessary. Her eyes stayed on him throughout, despite the overwhelming urge to look away.
"That doesn't make sense," Lotte said, frowning. anything it being his was what made it wrong. But her opinion changed slightly as the body vanished. Hopefully she asked, "Can you get rid of the others?" It only made sense that he had done it after all.
She stepped to the vacated bench, intentionally avoiding his question. Her back went to the piano as she tucked up her feet, inspecting the soles. She didn't care if her skirt rode up, debating ripping the bottom. That would be the smart thing for cuts, wouldn't it? They didn't hurt as much as they should have, but somehow that didn't change her frown or make her look up at him. "I didn't have a choice. He left me."