[Realizing now-- too late-- how exactly that could have come across, she silently forces down the ashamed and awkward lump in her throat before she can even try to speak again. He's right, Diva wasn't a saint, but as much as she was a terror at times she still wasn't the worst of them. Those words had been meant only for specific people, and none of them had been in this prison. But then, she's never been a good judge of the time to use words, and always too blunt for her own good]
It's alright to care for her. Everyone deserves that. [If he does... and it's not forced, she has to and will accept that he does]