"Miss Nightingale!" Lancet exclaimed.
Estelle composed herself, cleared her throat and looked at Lancet. She was slightly alarmed that she was looking up at him this time, unlike the last time they spoke.
"Lancet Leogardt," she said with formality. "It's good to see you again. I haven't… gotten the chance to personally congratulate you for what you did in Hebthej."
She covered half her face with her immaculate fan and semi-bowed. "Please, forgive me for that."
"What?" Lancet raised his brows. "No, that's all fine. I'm just really happy I ran into you."
His cheeks immediately reddened, remembering how his body had planted into her breasts. Lancet suddenly feared that he had sounded a little perverse by saying that.
"I didn't mean it like that," he waved his arm close to his chest in a frantic gesture. "I'm not like happy I collided with you. It's just…"
Estelle closed her eyes softly and opened them. "I understand what you meant, Lancet. No need to fret."
