Of course he wouldn't. Elisabeth pressed her lips into a thin line to keep them from trembling, tightly crossing her arms and hugging herself. "Okay," she said, voice strained. "Thanks...I'm...trying. Always thinking about myself, yeah? And this time...I didn't trust anyone else to do a decent job. And you don't need to be sorry for everything, Remy...just...whatever-the-fuck happened. Back home. Shite, I don't even much care about the Rogue thing. Like you said, no tabs." Her eyes danced between him and the ground as she spoke, and she fought to keep control over herself.
Her voice came out in a pathetic plea as she watched him turn to go. "Can I hug you goodbye?" Never had she been dependent before in her life, but she needed some reassurance that one day, they'd be the dear friends they had become since arriving here. Though she wasn't ready to go home by any means, Elisabeth still wanted a connection to the place, and Remy was her best source. She still needed him in her life.