A strange kind of panic, not his own, pulsed in his veins and struck his heart, stilling his footsteps when she said his name. The distress in her voice heard on a level he was not entirely aware of. "We can go back upstairs if ye thought better of it," he answered, brows furrowing as the sensation of her fingers moving up his arm made his head spin. He had never felt seasick before but the instant made a similar feeling edge forward- a drop in the gut.
Pressing his lips together, Galen smiled back, trying to settle his feelings, yet seemingly echoing hers as well. "We can eat takeout instead."