Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170603214847

Leon smiled, resting his non-injured arm on Ophelia's shoulder comfortingly. He paused for a split second, trying to think of an excuse for his injuries. Despite what had happened, he truly believed that Elizabeth still had a chance. If he outed her now, she may never have an opportunity to redeem herself. Plus, with the invitation to dinner, she must have been trying to apologise in one way or another, right?

"I'm fine Oph. I just slipped and tried to grab onto a wall to bear my footing, but there was a shelf filled with a few old jam jars and well... You know the rest."

He looked at her concerningly for a moment, trying to calm her down.

"...Felt like something was wrong...? Oph, you're shaking like a leaf. You must have been imagining things... You need rest. I-If you'd like, you can always stay the night here. You're pale..."