She nods once, quickly, eyes fixed on his. His moirail, she repeated, someone to keep him sane. They need to be sane. It's important, she can't get mad or demand to bypass. She knows better than anyone else. She can't get in the way. Even if her blood boils and she wants to claw his eyes out for even daring to mention--No. She steps back, away from him.

"I doubt he would find me an ally after all I did not do. But I'd like to speak to him. Apologize. Offer what I can."

Her body trembles with the need to fight or run that she is forcing down. Hands fall to her sides, then spread out. Everything about her posture is wrong, forced. A forced example of trust she does not feel for him, but perhaps Psiionic. Defenseless. "Tell him I will do whatever he feels would ever possibly make it up. If nothing can, I understand."