GENEVIEVE & ALTAIR
"I must admit, I was rather flattered to have such a distinguished guest at my humble engagement party," Altair said. In truth, flattered was putting it mildly. He cared very deeply for the good opinion of the guildmaster, but he assumed Vivi knew that. "I don't doubt it will help my reputation to be seen to have his favor. If that was your doing, I thank you."
As to the question of whether or not he was well, Altair didn't know how to answer that. He was well, physically. Emotionally, he was uneasy, but he couldn't talk to Vivi about it, really. She couldn't help but see the situation from Gale's point of view.
He noticed, with a surprising twinge of disappointment, that his glass was empty. Setting the empty champagne flute on the tray of a passing servant, he declined a third with much reluctance.