It took that nudge, her feet didn't really want to go, and her knees were still spongy. But she wouldn't risk him sitting in broken things for her. She'd already done enough damage. She crammed the quivering lip, and the tears that wanted to continue running down her face, back into the little box that had overflowed, as they continued toward her bar.
"At the risk of making you sound smug, I know you're right. And I also know if you had not come along when you did, only the gods know how long I would have stayed there." Crying, leaving a blood puddle fit for a murder victim. "Why is it you seem to find me at my weakest moments, and drag me out of them?" It was a rhetorical question of course. Neither of them would have the answer to it.
Bryn walked close to his side, using his body heat to guide her, rather than look up. She began to peel the dried or drying flecks of 'tears' from her face. If she were anywhere else she'd do it with more care, but who here would use her blood for something nefarious? And come up quick enough to scoop up the dried 'petals' before the robotic cleaning crew could get them, and do so without being noticed? She was sure the only other person that had dabbled in blood magic was the man walking beside her. And he wouldn't have to stoop to picking minute flecks of it from the floor, she'd open a vein for him.