Ronan had thought he might. He withdraws immediately — not just his hand, but all of him — pulling back and dragging himself to his feet despite the unsteadiness of the ground beneath them. He blinks against the light of the sunny courtyard, a brightness that's all wrong for the solemn mood.

"Sorry," he says, because it feels like his fault they were even here in the first place. "I don't know what I should do. Is it better if I stay or should I go?"