"I.. apologize." Charity whispered, trying to return her face to some sense of normalcy. Maybe it was a lost cause, and why the hell did she care? She didn't really know Severus-- she understood his personality-- but she didn't know anything about him. Yet, something about him reached out to her.
She let him grip her hand, she didn't pull away and she simply met his eyes. She was unrelenting, she refused to look away as her features hardened. "And I think that's a blatant lie." she whispered, in reference to the cup being the only thing hurt. "I think, if given the opportunity, a lot more people-- myself included-- would listen." she whispered.