While he wandered off to get... whatever else he was going to get, she tried desperately to not sigh. For as uncertain as she was, he was trying to put up a show, and his poker face was utter shit right now. Really, she knew him better than that. Kratos should know that by now. Though, to be fair, she'd kinda let out a long dead side of herself... Like other than once in a blue moon, mostly pre-himcompletely long dead.
"You know," she said, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders and crawling onto the couch, tucking her feet under her as she sat with the glass of water in hand. It made her feel nestled in. Safe. Comfortable. "You don't have to pretend like you aren't wigged out at all. I get it." She sighed, "you can be used to shit all you want, but sometimes... it's different."
Ninkasi lifted the glass and drained it about halfway. Water... was good. Her element originated in it, it was comfort... fresh healing waters.
"And, clearly... that was not my first rodeo." She did not apologize, because far as she could tell, at the moment, there was nothing to apologize for. Other than maybe him having to run into it in that manner. Ninkasi did look up at him, without shame, but sad because she had upset him. Okay, maybe that was worth apologizing for, but it would sound ridiculously condescending so she didn't.