She almost flinched, but it was simple surprise rather than pain or fear. Her hand turned gently and curled against his, squeezing it in return. The gesture is hesitant, as uncertain as his.
"No, it's.. it's not your fault. It just can be hard sometimes, being in the public eye when you have spent most of your time very well hidden from all."
She let his hand go when he pulled his away and turned it to curl in her lap.