In a fog, Lysander stood there, barely realizing that she had just rejected him. His brow furrowed and as it started to dawn on him what had just happened, he felt incredibly embarrassed and stepped back too. "I.. am sorry. Forgive me... We should go back inside now.." he cleared his throat and pushed his hair back in an attempt to reestablish himself. Looking back at her, he offered her his arm as if it never happened, locking the hurt he felt deep down inside.