[ It takes a second for her to know what to do with her face. She won't let herself seem disappointed, even if she is, because they're already treading such dangerous ground as it is.

Finally though, she manages to wrench a smile into place. It's thin and apologetic, a little awkward - but it's stitched together so perfectly that it almost looks real. Even at a time like this, she can pride herself on performing the right kind of smile. ]

Sorry. I really did make a mess of this, huh? Ah, but if it's healed now then I should be able to clean everything up when I'm done...

[ She's babbling. In her feeble attempt to make this all normal again, she's making things worse.

But she manages to peek up at his face. Her fingers in his shirt tighten just for a second, then... ]

... thank you.

[ She lets him go. ]