[Her shoulders stiffen. A touch of surprise tinges her eyes, before her gaze hardens defensively. Does he not...believe her? It's true. In the past she's hesitated. Not because of lack of will but because of the pain and uncertainty. She's finally cut those ties, now.]
[Turning on her heel she brushes past him to walk back the way she came, toward their residence.]
You don't have to believe me. In the end the result will be the same.