With a hiss like water hitting sunbaked stone Enfys pulled back, glancing down at Nate somewhere that would be wounded if it hadn't been tempered with utter disbelief, her tone likewise more frustrated than the girlish rejected tone that might have been expected. “Saints and sinners, must you always be so accursedly changeable, lover of mine?” (the choice of words deliberate) “Love, don't love, want, don't want... how do you expect anyone to keep up with that?”
And then it hit her, and she pulled back the further, her expression twisting slightly nearer to hurt. “... but you got what you needed from us, didn't you? You got to break the wizard, and so now you do not love.”
Eyes blazing, she turned away. Of course it was a lot more complicated than simply being rejected after putting her cards on the table, being made to look like a fool after as near to spilling her heart as she was likely to get being who and what she was, but at the same time the crux of the matter might as well have been the entirety.