[ Ferdinand has always maintained composure in the face of a variety of situations, and as Marianne takes his hands between hers, he continues to do so. But there is a brief, subtle glow of red in his cheeks, and he suddenly feels much warmer than before, and not just because of the soothing glow of her white magic. ]

She is, is she? It seems there are quite a few of us here, then. I'm glad she's doing well, just as I am glad to see you again, Marianne... even if I wish it were under much more ideal circumstances.

[ Even these circumstances, however, aren't enough to dull the faint blush on his cheeks. That resolve in her eyes suits her very well, especially when combined with the gentleness of her soul. ]