“I would rather continue tending to you,” she said, wrinkling her nose, but the kiss across hr hand brought a smile to her lips and colour to her cheeks, bright against her pale skin. “I would do anything you ask, Erik, you should know that by now.” she said softly.
She suspected he didn't remember much of what she had told him while he lay ill, including her confession, which was a bit...frustrating, but either way, she was forced to go on, the same broken heart she had started with.
“I didn't tell them anything, by the way,” she said, nodding towards the rest of the cast. “I figured that you would not appreciate it...I simply explained you were disposed at the moment.” And hid from any further questions, for once, her history as a thief coming in handy. “It's up to you, what you tell them.”
She pulled her hand away from his, curling her fingers so that her nails ran lightly over the bare patch of skin between his shirt sleeve and glove, before dropping the hand into her lap. “And in case you don't remember it, yes, I will still be your Carmen and I will be more then well enough to perform,” she said, a small smirk on her face as she turned to look at him. “Though I must wonder, José , how our dance will end.” she whispered in his ear as she stood, moving behind the curtain to open the door and get a cup of tea from Erik assistant with a bat of her eye lashes, considering he wasn't supposed to leave Erik's side.
Taking her seat again, she leaned on her arm, making faces at Christine in the darkness, ideas and plots of darkness twisting in her brilliant mind, a way to release her stress.