Edward can hear their steps even once they're gone. Their thoughts even longer, even as everything else begins to wash back into existence on numbing focus. His mind follows Carlisle's all but cringing.

His image flickers through his mind, as other patrons had focused on them and then resumed their same monotony from before the scene, leaving only one last person staring.

He looks without wanting to, considering vanishing momentarily, only to settle dark, heavy golden eyes on her face. Then his lips thinned at the discoloration, and he said, even as he frowned, with a graceful wave toward her face.

"I can see to that, if you'd like."

A rare offer, he doesn't even consider why he makes now.