[ She just looks tired when she meets his gaze again, weary and a little sad rather than anything angry. She's mad at herself for fighting with him rather than helping, doesn't know what to do with him apologizing and she's not even sure what he's apologizing for, just doesn't want him to. She's just - tired. ] Don't. Please. [ Don't try to say he's sorry for anything, because he shouldn't be. Shouldn't feel like he needs to be. She's too worn out to do a great deal, but she can provide some small help to his senses. Hopefully at least keep the worst out. ]
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Nothing's your fault.