She sighed as she saw the boy and his offering. She shot a look toward Sam and he could probably now see she was no longer there even as her body was in sight. The look on her face was that of immense emotion, and she had been trying to get away from him for that reason. She didn't want him to see her cry after he saw her dancing, that would have just rubbed salt into the wound. The woman was lost anyway.

Now she was standing there with one of those expressions a person gets when they have taken one too many blows. Her mouth curled downward and she moved toward a bench, sitting down heavily. She did not want to take the food, but she had anyway. The fact she didn't go far was a good indicator she was done trying to outwit him.

Except now he was the one leaving her behind. With a heavy and reluctant sigh, she followed after him and reached him several minutes later, but she didn't say anything as she made it next to him.