[ A soft gasp escapes her when she sees the gesture. She stands up automatically, preparing to accept, though when she looks around, she does appear to catch the eyes of some others. Some look on in awe, while the others don't meet her eye at all, turning away jealously.

......That should have been enough to deter her, but she gently takes his arm, reaching forward with agonizing slowness. Is this... really OK? ]

I should honestly be more disturbed that you think I am dying, Your Majesty...but you know, someone else once offered me a dance in much the same manner.