Gentle bell-like sounds accompany the stance, fluttering little wings & the characteristic scent of everlasting Spring. "My dear, beloved, Damask Rose..." Her tone was soft & loving, as her weight on the couch could be felt by her side. Tender fingertips graced her Detective's arm as if Caitlyn was a fragile treasure, following a path down to her hand.
"... My Love... what has happened to you?" Her tone was slowly becoming more bitter, a little hint of anger beneath the vast ocean of softness.
"Oh no...nonononono..."Caitlyn could feel her blindfold get slightly wet as she felt the gentle hands of her love on her, how ironic that their first time meeting for a long while had to be like this.
"Oh my sweet Black Rose...I am so sorry...we've both been so busy for so long, and I've missed you oh so much...and now finally we meet again and...and I've ruined it...I can't see you..." She gently would move her own hands to Leblanc's face, holding it gently, trying to remember how perfection looked, and clearly failing.
"It was a a criminal...some partners of mine caught him, but he managed to land a lucky flashbang on me..." She leaned against her and sniffed.