Under the mask, Erik's keen eyes caught the momentary hesitation, the fading of her smile, and her recovery. He did not know what it was that troubled her, but her concern was plain all the same.
"You look ready to depart, madam," he said gently, not wishing to press her into a conversation that seemed to be troubling her. "Or do I misunderstand your gravitation toward this door?"
He gave the door a somewhat wistful look. He wished he were leaving, as well.