( Perhaps it wasn't fair to be so upset with him, he'd bought time for the people of Fontaine, whether that was his intentions or not. Maybe she can give him some leeway, but she's sure the moment she does; he'd end up like this again or maybe... worse... And his cough brought her back to her original worry. )

If leaving you with my scowl will keep you from getting that injured again, then I'd much rather keep it.

( But she takes a deep breath, releasing her arms as they rest at her side; staring down at his hand, before looking back up at him. A much more genuine apology, to feel her heart ache. She was not supposed to care this much about someone, not like how she cares about him.

She turned back to the clerk and paid for the book she had wanted, putting it away before turning to Childe again. Giving a soft nod of her head, ready to follow him. )

Okay. I'd much rather you make it up to me by resting, but I'll let it go.