That was the crux of the matter, so for a moment Tony could only give her a point and thumbs up because she seemed to logically know that she was not in control and thus shouldn't have been apologizing. Not that Tony knew all of the details, but he was pretty sure even Wanda wouldn't plan to be such a horrible hostess. She just kept the absolute worst company. At least Tony knew well enough now that if handling a baby with his gauntlets wasn't advisable, a sickly person was probably pretty close and he shifted into the more tactile-friendly underarmor as he gave her hip a tap to scoot over on this inhumanely tiny bed for him to sit up with her, one leg hanging over the edge and tapping like a metronome. "You do enough damaging shit while you're fully in control to feel guilty about what happens when you're not," he sighed as he settled in, hand on her head to get her to turn enough for him to tug surgically that pillow knotted mat in her hair. "General 'you', not..." he added only a little too late, though, really... "Anyway. Her hair's grown in and everything, you can't even tell it happened anymore. As soon as you stop laying around in here, there'll be something else to deal with and you'll forget all about it. Besides, you made a strong statement about feral cats; that is not a problem that we should be letting happen anymore, I mean, we created a whole new planet, can't we move on from some things?"