Blythe hadn't expected that as an answer and gew more rigid in her seat. She had felt slightly burdened by this, but not as much as he had hoped she wouldn't. Perhaps this really was his way of seeking closure. What he said was true and this is why she didn't feel as much weight pressing against her chest as she usually did. Rather, she felt cold. Freezing cold.
This something he was doing for her - it frightened her because she didn't know what it was. And if something were to happen, not only would her world be thrown into chaos because he either hurt or killed himself, but she would bear the guilt of being the reason he risked his life for the rest of hers.
"That..." She paused, voice remaining low. "That is not the answer I seek. You open some doors and keep others locked and barred. You tell me your past and conceal your present. You hold me close and keep me at a distance. Whatever it is you are doing, you won't tell me. I am only left to assume it is due to lack of trust. You do not trust me. Not fully."
She considered getting up and leaving after that - indeed, she had grabbed her walking stick - but she waited a moment for a sign, any sign, that he was going to let her inside.