[Whatever she was about to say is swallowed down as she struggles to find words, suddenly overwhelmed by the realization the Queen, of all people, cares for her enough to stand out here in the cold with her, stuck under a silly little plant, willing to endure whatever it tells them to do, simply so Constance wouldn't have to wait here alone.
It's far too much, really, for someone like her. And yet...] You're too kind. [The words themselves are simple but their weight is far greater.]