I...

[Alex just looks down for a moment, entirely overridden with guilt for making him worry. There's something inside of her that makes her lower her eyes and she moves closer to him. She doesn't want to make him worry. She wants to make him feel better. She wants to make him feel safe.

He makes her feel safe in ways that she doesn't feel like even considering.

But what she does do is take one of her hands from his and brushes it along his cheek, cupping it.]

I'm sorry. I didn't forget. I just got sort of waylaid in the market and wanted to look and feel more like me again when I saw you.

[There's a look down to the white lace dress that she's wearing, which is entirely different from anything that Alex would ever wear, including the times she let Amalia play Barbies with her when they were going out to clubs. It's the sort of thing that looks long and chaste (well, other than the extremely low cut top) until she moves and her legs pass through the slits up to the top of her thighs.

Part of her knows that it's what she needs, because she needs to attract a strong alpha to protect her and keep her safe and part of her is just like 'nope.']

I didn't mean to worry you, I promise.