Selphie blinked at Locke, her eyes wide considering just how woozy she did feel. Her head tilted gently, because she was really sure she was supposed to get up. Then when he explained it, Selphie lowered eyes, looking embarrassed. "Oh, right. Of course! Sorry!" She should have known that, and it was stupid of her not to know.

Then her breath caught in her throat when he touched her hair, just for a moment. When he turned around again, that held breath came out in a heavy sigh, and she still stood there, holding the spatula.