Her frown made him frown. Archer was infamously bad at reading people, but he could tell that she was upset. He had wounded her. Normally, he didn't mind if he wounded the people around him. If you were fragile enough to cry when somebody pointed out your own shortcomings, you deserved all the angst and pain. But a small part of him felt a twinge of guilt as she responded, voice softer than usual. Shit.
Glancing over at her, he heaved a small sigh. "I didn't mean to-" He broke off, looking away. "I came here of my own accord." This was hard. "I wanted to ensure that you had escaped from your trial unharmed. The fact that you invited me inside for tea is a testament to your good character." He smiled faintly. "Though I am not accustomed to such things, I would not turn down such an offer."