[She sweeps just behind d'Artagnan now, even though Dorian is still holding onto her. She is not one of those girls who thinks less of a rescue; she is perfectly capable of rescuing herself, most of the time. But she sees this less of a rescue and more of-
-well, no. She's not entirely sure. She would still like to know Dorian better, but grabbing her, well, that's not really polite, or proper, or appropriate.]
no subject
-well, no. She's not entirely sure. She would still like to know Dorian better, but grabbing her, well, that's not really polite, or proper, or appropriate.]
You see, my escort arrived. Please let go.
[She says it gently; her hand on his.]