Saints, now he really felt guilty. And not in the usual Catholic sense for...right. Once again, he'd not started it and seven years was a good long while, but he felt somehow he'd taken advantage of Eden when she was feeling vulnerable.
Cathair had no idea what to say. He just sort of stood there, watching her and fidgeting. "It's all right," he managed. Now he just had to figure out how to gracefully skulk out without her thinking it was anything she'd done. Because it wasn't. It just seemed inappropriate to stay after she'd said all that and looked so terribly sad.