[At the very least it is nice of him to say, in a moment where she can't spare to worry about others. Leaving the apartment had been her attempt to do that. The winds behind her open and close ideally, a few of the butterflies fluttering around Sebastian's head.
A couple of her tears falling onto her hand below, she quietly shakes her head. She's tired. Incredibly so, drained in a way she hasn't felt in a while. But she remembers that her power here can drain her when used in excess and for too long. She's not sick or injured. If anything, she's exhausted upon her heartache.
Her small hand curls, and she swallows thickly before clearing her throat to try and speak again.] I--It isn't anything like that.