"You know, forget it," she said as she snatched up her robes. "Just ... forget I asked. Clearly, I must have endured a moment of insanity to think --"
She stood up. "I don't ... hate you," she finally managed to get out. "I was angry, and I was h-hurt, and I was embarrassed, but I never ..."
She shook her head. Maybe some bridges were meant to remain piles of ash. Maybe she'd been foolish to think there was a chance to reclaim - or rebuild - their friendship.
Maybe she had read too much into the other day. Maybe that had been just a fluke.
"But that's fine," she whispered hoarsely. "Sorry I tried. I'll leave you alone then."