"Nothing," she says, rather on instinct than out of any desire to hide something from Simon. It's an instinct born out of heartache, as much as discomfort over discussing her feelings for a Dalish elf girl with a Templar shemlen; talking about how she cared for her is just another reminder of what they can never have, now that she's gone.
She tries for another (slightly weepy-looking) smile instead and adds, "Maybe--maybe later. And sorry," she adds, drawing back enough to look up at his face earnestly. "I'm sorry for just--showing up, I just didn't know where else to go.."
He squeezes her shoulder, the gesture lighter and more casually fraternal than he's been, more like what they're both accustomed to, but no less deeply sincere for that. It makes his heart ache a little that she would so earnestly feel the need to apologize for intruding on his time.
"You've nothing to be sorry for," he promises her. "I just...want you to be all right. You know that, don't you?"
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She tries for another (slightly weepy-looking) smile instead and adds, "Maybe--maybe later. And sorry," she adds, drawing back enough to look up at his face earnestly. "I'm sorry for just--showing up, I just didn't know where else to go.."
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"You've nothing to be sorry for," he promises her. "I just...want you to be all right. You know that, don't you?"