He stood up and clambered over the bench, holding out his hand to help her out, just like that first evening on the carriages up to the castle. The invisible string had felt like dirigible jam, settling into a pool of goop in her stomach, no longer having anything tangible to focus on as her hand warmed in his. He looked down at their hands in wonder, his eyes glossed over quickly as he occluded, hiding his thoughts from her and the rest of the room. As soon as she stood upright, he let go of her but picked up her small bag of books, swinging it over his shoulder and winking.