Probably. [ He verbalizes her thought, trying to not let worry creep in his voice as his gaze momentarily goes past hers and scans the crowd in a moment of doubt.

Despite the anxiety he's not one to rush manners. ]

Yes, thanks to you miss Melfina.

I am in your debt. [ He rubs the back of his neck. ] Might have to deal with them tomorrow but it'll be on more fair terms, I think.

[ During school hours, he means. Until they're not school hours anymore. Oh hell. ]

Could I um... I'd love to repay you for you kindness, if it's not— not um, a bother. At this particular moment. Or the next.

[ He titters, trying to not be imposing, trying to not oblige his own nervousness, trying to not admit he'd feel phenomenally better continuing to be around her for reasons he can't quite explain. ]

What were you doing, if you don't mind me asking?