Debalora's ears folded back, but both eyebrows raised sadly. She had looked down sadly as well. "As you wish." was said as she turned and pushed the chair back a bit, the wooden legs of the chair lightly scratching across the wooden floor.

Debalora felt she had something wrong. Whether it was something she just suggested, or Aidan didn't like the entire conversation. She admited to herself that she may have taken a bit far with her own exposed emotions with things, but she had hoped she would help Aidan somehow. To give him a different look at things... but he was uncomfortable, then it was best for her to leave him alone as he requested.

After standing herself up and pushing the chair toward the table, Debalora wordlessly turned and began walking across the room toward the door.