[The voice above her is smooth but unfamiliar, and she glances up at the individual holding the handkerchief out to her. A handsome man with a polite smile. His eyes, a shade of red reminds her so much of Kaname’s. Sharp and intelligent, unreavealing in emotion but draws one to them. Her tear stained gaze falls from his to stare at the elegent scarf in his hand. With a breath she reaches out to take it and wipes at her eyes.]
Thank you.
[A small moment of kindness in the midsts of her grief. The fact that he’s concerned makes her feel she needs to say more than simply leave it at that.]
. . . Did you just arrive? [She hasn’t seen him before. Unless he’s someone who came during the time she was gone. But even during the recent mingle she doesn’t recall seeing him.]