Ezra probably wouldn't have noticed the arch if she hadn't inhaled when she saw it, not because he didn't remember the wedding plans where it featured but because he was too preoccupied with the twin tasks of (a) trying to keep track of the nearest shadows as they walked and (b) trying not to let Rosalie notice that he was still watching things she couldn't see. He glanced at her after she inhaled, but she didn't say anything. His stride didn't change. If he'd been holding onto her still he might have done something to offer some slight comfort, squeezed her arm maybe, but the opportunity wasn't there — and it wasn't his job to comfort her anymore, anyway.

He paused at the edge of the stair towards the house, with the thought that this might be the last opportune moment to say goodbye. Rosalie had said her grandmother wasn't here, but she hadn't said the house was entirely empty; they might not have the leisure of conversation once they got inside.

"Thank you," he said, sincerely. There didn't seem to be more to say. She'd assumed a fair amount of risk tonight for his sake, both to her reputation and possibly more — she didn't know what was wrong with him, and whether it was catching — or whether he was safe to be around. And he was under no illusions that she wanted to linger in his company even at the best of times. He paused a moment, then continued hesitantly, "I hate to ask anything else of you, but... if you could — not mention this to anyone else?"

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