"A bit, yes," she admitted, though it was hurriedly followed with, "But I'll be alright, I can deal with it." His words had her feeling quite guilty, though. She did not wish for him to feel as if he had wronged her for not dancing for as long as his brother had. His offer to finish the dance, though, was indeed quite endearing to her, for she had already given up on the prospect of any more dancing for the night. "Oh, that would be lovely!" she exclaimed, having trouble keeping herself from blatantly squealing in her surprise and joy.
Stopping and adjusting herself as he turned to face her, though, she began to feel quite silly for wanting to dance with him in the gardens. Still, she tentatively placed her hand in his and brought the other to his shoulder. "We can take it slow," she tried to encourage him, giggling a bit. "I don't want you to trip over your feet again.
"There's no music, though," she frowned, looking out at the light coming through the windows of her home. "We could try... Well, I could sing," she offered shyly, suggesting further. "Something slow and easy?"