[His silence gives her pause, but she just takes a deep breath and soldiers on.]
I shouldn't have made that call. I never even considered that it could be dangerous.
And I shouldn't have yelled at you either. I can't make you want to live with us, and I can't make you want to be friends with me. But that means you can't make me stop caring about... what happens to you.
[It's pretty easy to translate that as 'care about you', but she isn't brave enough to say something so affectionate to him, even if it's meant in a friendly way. Her spine stiff, hands still white-knuckle tight in her shirt, she waits for a response.]