Sarah looks from Aengus down at herself. "You don't like it, do you?" She puts her hands to her stomach, wrapping her arms around herself.
Aengus puts his hands on her elbows with a soft wintry smile. "Can’t say Oi don’t purefer yisser normal self, but that is noght what Oi meant." He takes Sarah's arm, placing his other hand on hers. "Why don't we go somewhere quiet an' less crowded?" He looks around. “Fewer judging eyes.” He arches an eyebrow, looking out into the crowd.
Sarah’s cheeks warm up, and she nods. "That does sound better. There's something I’ve been wanting to tell you, if I ever got to see you again that is, and now it seems I have that chance." She picks up her skirts.
Aengus pats her hand, looking down at her with the familiar grin. Looking up, he leads her from the crow
