Haypasia looks up to your hand gently grazing her forehead. However, she is not the one not the one in control of herself right now. Behind her gaze lies the mind of the Balladeer. She hesitates for a moment, but she slowly reaches up one of her hands wraps her finger around your wrist.

"I... feel a bit better now. Thanks."

She doesn't hesitate when you guide her to one of the benches and she rests her head on your lap. Scaramouche hasn't realised you know it's actually him.