"Of course," He'll do whatever is needed to make her happier, to make this memory better than what it is. He pushes her backwards, nudging others out of the way with his mind till they're among the crowd of dancers. One hand easing around to press flatly into the small of her back, the other drawing down her arm to cup their palms together. He starts a slow boxstep, something he knows will be easy for her to follow. A glance down to her dress and his bright yellow flower before back up to her hair.

"Just ignore them."