[There isn't yet any distinguishable feeling from her head to her toes, just take aback surprise and a dull feeling of something that'll later rise up to be a good dose of hurt. Not what he intended, sure, but it'll be there because she'd started to hope and want and it's all washed away now in a cool, clammy feeling because no, he's saying he doesn't want.
She clutches her arms a little tighter, her back a little straighter.] I... understand.