[Her cheeks continue to shine wet with tears, the pain in her heart manifested physically through each drop. There's nothing she can really do to stop it, even when she realizes it may be causing a scene. Instead, she takes comfort in the soft, gentle touch of his hand as it strokes her hair, and the beating of his heart.
With a breath, she does what she can to speak without her voice cracking.]
We should probably get away from the dance area...