Aria took a step back until her shoulders struck the wall, and pinned there between it and Kennet her eyes widened, blazing violet as the anger went from them and was replaced with... something else. Not fear. The blaze that raged around them did not hurt her... in fact, she scarcely noticed it. She was too preoccupied with him, breaking apart in front of her and the fact that... it was she who'd done it to him.
She gasped, looking between the infernos blazing in his own irises. She did not think he would hurt her, but the frustration that emanated from him now was as palpable as the inferno of scorching air. She flinched and cried out as he whirled suddenly away from her to strike the far wall, taking all of the hurt and fury and warmth with him, and as he crumbled to the floor Aria pressed her small hands up to her mouth at the runes that sealed him once more, forbidding him in their own way from feeling this.
She had wanted a reaction. But not like this.
His hoarse whisper reached her and she pushed slowly away from the wall. Her cloak had been singed away, and the bottom of her dress no longer brushed the floor, ending in charred scraps near her knees. She did not notice, crossing so that she was kneeling before him, her eyes wide with sympathy and guilt. The trip felt like it took forever to reach him.
"I thought... I didn't...." she cut herself off. Her voice sounded small. It wouldn't help to make excuses. Not when he bore that expression of agony upon his face and she was responsible. Her breath hitched, her hands fluttered uncertainly and finally she laid her trembling, cool hands over his knuckles and whispered hoarsely, "Kennet..."
She had wanted to draw him out. She had wanted to give him something to carry her with him in the hopes that it would... help, in some way.
Even if she didn't fully understand how, she had hurt him.
She hesitated, then softly touched her fingertips to his cheek. "Forgive me," she whispered, the words tumbling from her lips in an old language. "I meant only well."