Theo was happy to have her with him but also carried the shame of what the Geslack master had done. He didn't know much about these things either. He certainly didn't have the savvy to make something out of this situation if he had wanted. They were out in the corridor, alone for a moment, and he nodded at her request. He didn't want her to linger on it too long, either. There was the matter of his own reaction though. He thought he was a better man than that. While Engel's hands had been on Lyra he'd been playing them both and the echoes of the performance was still affecting them.<br/><br/>Theodore touched her arm and meant to apologize, but when he saw the light gather over her lashes he knew he shouldn't speak. What a pretty heartbreak they made in the shadows of Engel's games. A maid went past them, and she saw a rather touching scene of a pair in turmoil. Theo stuttered silently and then dropped his head. He couldn't bear hurting her more. The boy who would be her hero let go. "I... Let's go to my room." it was a strange offer given what he'd exposed about his feelings for her, but they needed the secrecy to talk, and hopefully mend. Would she come with him? Their trust was strained to say the least, and she must be so raw.<br/><br/>He had no real choice but to walk away. Either she wanted his company and possible help, or she'd stay and savor the distance. It was a tragedy, but she couldn't trust anyone else, could she? Theo chose a pace which she could follow, but understood if she didn't. The servant's wing wasn't too far from the recreational hall.<br/><br/>The walls were lavish still, the Geslack name was rich, and they preferred to carry themselves that way, even when sheltering their staff. Theo found his polished door that opened to a simple room. He was a sentimental person, family man, and kept a few mementos of his family on the shelves and by the window. His mother's letters were always out in a refurbished biscuit box on his desk. He was halfway through a reply and the paper laid weighted by the box. He'd lay down on the small bed in silence, in his uniform, if she hadn't followed. There was the same comfort in the white ceiling as would greet him every night. At least as a servant, he could expect modesty to overtake his own crippling disappointment eventually. Great things were hard earned for his cast, and he'd honestly been aiming far too high, to try and befriend the master's new pet.<br/><br/>If she came with him he'd offer her the chair by his desk or the bed with a gesture. "It not much, certainly not as pleasant as sleeping in the master's room..." He realized what he was saying - she'd not had a pleasant time by what he'd heard. What an awful memory to conjure. He shook his head until his neatly set brown hair went flying. "Ah, no, it's not what I mean... Actually, it is a modest room, but you didn't have a pleasant night, I know that..." He coughed as his tongue stiffened. Theodore grew pale. He was adding to her misery, wasn't he? She'd been exposed, splayed open beautifully, but against her will, and here he was with his thoughts careening off his lips.<br/><br/>His hands came out as he tried to swat away his askew words and meanings. He came closer to the pretty Bremmington lady, who'd just been violated and made to confess to Engel's skills by the glistening of her privacy. Theo didn't realize he might seem threatening after having been revealed as an admirer of her womanhood and distress. The green eyes were desperate for something, but would Lyra know for what? He staggered closer, still adamant to plead his case with her. "I know you didn't like it. Men like Master Engel just knows unholy tricks." he'd try to clutch at her shoulders, and in his attempt to prove his own innocence he'd crowd her further, pressuring her back with a kind of madness in his eyes, a mix of good intentions and greed for her friendship and approval.<br/><br/>Her shoulders were warm against his palms, and he was drawn to remember her voice thorough the master bedroom door, and her skirt up with her legs invitingly parted. He kept some of that in his gaze when he urged her back with apologies dense between them.