Ariadne was half sprawled on him. She slid off of him and looked up. There was fear in her eyes. She fixed her skirt that had fallen down and tried to situate herself.

"'M fine." Ariadne said looking over at Vivienne before turning back.

She took Arthur's hand in hers and looked up at him, her hair falling in his face. There was still worry. He had to come back to this. She wasn't happy; there was an ache in her chest.