"Yes," Cassandra replied, watching his hand. Even if he could no longer entrance her with the slightest touch, she still felt certain sensations in the pit of her stomach right now. She really wanted to label them as uncomfortable and unwanted, but lying to oneself was really not much better than lying to another person. In some ways, she mused, it was probably worse. But she was no philosopher and now was not the time to think of philosophy.

She looked up at him. "I'm sorry," she said after a slight hesitation. "I'm sorry that I wished for you to be something you're not. That was...unfair. And I won't blame it on the situation or anything else. The fault was with me."