She should have expected this but... Well. She doesn't know why she had expected it to go better. It hurts anyway and being wounded that he dares be hurting is so selfish that it leaves her feeling even more rotten.

Her head is bowed and she gives a tiny nod, then a stronger one. She doesn't dare look at him. If he is looking at her with loathing now, she doesn't want to know.

"You don't have to talk about anything. It was a mistake to bring it up." Her fingers twitch around that ridiculous mug of fruit wine as she struggles, wanting to reach for him and uncurl his tightly clenched fingers, to soothe his pain... but knowing her touch won't be welcome. "Forgive me."