Amandine was about to reply when Lysander fell to his knees, beginning to cry. Her mouth literally fell open, and she merely blinked down at him, putting a hand in his hair. She had no idea what else to do. No-one had ever done this before, certainly not Olivier. He never begged, he had too much pride and far too much ego to even think of becoming so low in a woman's eyes. But this didn't make him low - this made Lysander more. She assumed it was his week of not eating and excessive drink that was affecting his emotions but with drink came the real self... and if this was his real self Amandine had nothing to worry about.
"What have I done to you..." she said softly, gripping his hair in her fingers.