[ She's really out here apologizing when he was the one to traumadump on her in the first place.

And boy does that not sit right with him. There are a lot of things he could potentially accept an apology for but this ain't it, chief. Instead of leaving, he crouches down in front of her, crinkling plastic and clinking bottle noises filling the air. ]

There's nothing to make up for or apologize for, Ishmael. I should have learned my lesson from last time, if anything. [ To pace her better. They really are going to be forced into drinking only tea after this. ] Just focus on feeling better.

[ And then they can figure out everything afterwards. ]