[She doesn't say anything more. She can't say anything more. There's a sinking feeling inside her, guilt and sadness and a tiny bit of anger even, resentment that she should even have to feel guilty just for being happy.
She simply nods lightly in response to his words, then turns, climbing carefully down from the figurehead back to the deck. Stopping, hesitating, she thinks of turning back to look at him, to maybe say something, to apologize. For making things worse. But she bites her lip instead, and hurries to find someplace to sit by herself, arms still wrapped around herself in an attempt not only to bring warmth, but to bring comfort.]
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She simply nods lightly in response to his words, then turns, climbing carefully down from the figurehead back to the deck. Stopping, hesitating, she thinks of turning back to look at him, to maybe say something, to apologize. For making things worse. But she bites her lip instead, and hurries to find someplace to sit by herself, arms still wrapped around herself in an attempt not only to bring warmth, but to bring comfort.]