Why was he being so tender? It was just making this all so much worse. She wanted to run away, so she couldn't keep feeling this dagger choke her, but she was unable. She was weak. And under his chin she could smell his scent that she was certain now her amorentia smell. How little good it would do her.
More daggers into her heart. She was fine at first, but now it was too much? She was too much? "Did I...did I do something to make you change your mind?" she asked at last. She knew it had to be the way she had asked her friends how to approach things. And of course, she must have been right. He WAS feeling less for her.