It was brief, but all the same surprising. Honour wasn't naive enough to believe that the embrace meant forgiveness. Forgiveness was something she'd need to earn later. But -- later. He was very right that they needed to leave, and leave now. Words could wait.
Grateful that the City forced her into flats this morning, she hurried with him down the sidewalk. It wasn't quite running, but it couldn't ever have been called walking. The further they went, the more the adrenalin faded, the clearer she saw just how lucky she'd been. She couldn't have known that Dr. Crane was nearly incapacitated by some form of grief. She'd believed that talking with him would have resolved...
... but she hadn't known that he really was quite mad, either. If she'd known, she'd never have gone. Her plan to find and talk with Edward Nigma seemed more and more like a fool's errand. But there was still the nagging need to know, to understand why, and to learn if he was sorry, to find out if he'd ever do something like that again.
Before they'd gone very far, she spotted a cab coming down the street toward them. Beauty left the sidewalk and waved it down. When it stopped, she got in and silently moved over to let Errol in after her. Pressing her lips together when the man behind the wheel asked where they were going, she looked over to Errol.