She's a little surprised when Ezio stops, holding her tight and murmurs against her hair.

"For what?" She's even more confused at his question. "For not stepping on your toes? For helping you escape the main ballroom?"

Her own arms go around him, tilting her head slightly into the pass of his hand through her hair. It feels good, right, even as his jinx comes true and the first light spatterings of rain start.