[She's certainly wide-eyed when he pulls away suddenly, but visibly at a complete loss when she sees the tears streaming, seeming close to the same herself as her hand raises up for his cheek only to fall almost immediately. Any attempt to touch him would probably hurt him more, just not in the physical way]
You-- are crying...?
[Watching the drops slide down the side of his face, she's slowly suffocated by the crushing weight of realization and guilt: she's the ultimate cause of those tears and anguish. Much like Guinevere's and Lancelot's, and who knew how many other knights at her side. She didn't know, and all the more because she didn't, she was resolved to fix it and this too no matter the cost, so the crease of her brow forcibly eases out and the line of her mouth becomes a fractured smile that her eyes can't even manage to match somewhat at all.
On that hill, she had already realized what must be done to spare them, hadn't she. The one responsible for the pain should disappear with it]
Perhaps... it is alright. Perhaps you should let go of those. You would be unhindered, you and--
[Raven. Someone who will love all of him and take care of him in the way she just can't]