[She does not really want to tell him, because failure is not something she has ever been conditioned to accept or view as anything but shameful, no matter how small or petty the failure. But his voice is soft, he entreats her for an answer…]

… I meant not to bring up anything we would fight about.

[The ambassadors movement, whether or not his intent to come to her world was believable to her…]

I did not mean to make you feel as if you needed comfort me.

[Her brother, Liem Talbott…]

I meant to…

[She bites her lip, and the pink color on her cheeks grows darker, her eye averting, her forelegs curling with a soft click of hoof on hoof. She’d thought… he deserved some sort of proof of her intent, perhaps a reward for… for dealing with her… something that would make up for the month she had left him waiting for word? (And maybe she had wanted to see for herself, if she-) She didn’t know-

And her eye shifts back to look at him, struggling to just say it-]

… Do more.

[Her lips press again to his knuckles, her gaze averting again.]