She drops her eyes back down to her tea after that. Remy had spoiled her for apologies, she knows this. He'd shrug most anything off. Keep an eye on her anyway. Bear it all in stride; and it was easy. Because he never had to be there all the time. That she's locked, here, with people far better than she is only makes her feel worse. There's no real opportunity for them to leave, for her to ride out the worst of her downward swings on her own. To not subject people to her more vicious side.

Honestly, she isn't expecting anything other than a polite dismissal. Forgiveness startles her because, truly it cannot be this simple. This easy. She's wronged him, it has to take more than words and intent.

It doesn't make sense otherwise.

Then again, Luke is a far better person than she is.

"I. Erm." Do you thank someone for accepting an apology? She looks up, uncertain how to respond with anything other than relief and gratitude.