Just as her hand took his, Gabranth heard the familiar noise of his sky phone. A frown creased his brow, but he knew only Larsa would contact him personally and he withdrew his hand, reading the message his Emperor had sent. His eyes widened slightly. "Lord Larsa..." he exhaled, panic and worry flashing across his face for a brief second. Slipping his phone away, he swallowed thickly, trying to decide just whether he wanted to chase after him and find out why he was heading home already or whether he wanted to sit in this awkward moment with her. He knew his slip up probably damaged things further, and she had no reason to want to spend any time with him now. He was not the man she'd thought she knew, and he'd never expected her to accept what he'd done right off the bat.

His decision was made. He had to do what duty asked of him. He needed to be with Larsa and ensure his safety now he was returning home. "Larsa is to leave; I must return to his side." Putting away his phone, Gabranth looked at the blonde woman beside him, his heart aching at how he'd truly destroyed what friendship they'd had between them. He hadn't wanted this to happen. He just needed to be honest for once in his life. Perhaps honesty wasn't always such a wonderful thing as many seemed to believe.

Shifting to his feet, Noah sighed gently, his gaze cast down towards where she sat. "Take what time you need to decide what you wish," he murmured, turning to lean down, gently holding her chin as he kissed her softly on the lips. It was inappropriate, it was badly timed, it was probably the worst thing he could do, but what else did he have left to lose? As he pulled away, his gaze fell to her lips. "My apologies," he whispered, before turning away and retreating inside to find Larsa.

It was time to go home, and he could lament his own sorry situation when he was alone.