Amarissa was surprised by his sudden announcement. It was just that - Well, he had never anticipated James thinking that he had been the one to inflict this upon her. It had never even crossed her mind. But now, now that he had said such a thing, and she thought back to the way he had reacted when she had started to bleed back in Spain, it made a bit more sense. His panic hadn't been unexpected, the immensity of it, but the words he had used, they were strange. Hadn't he apologized several times? Honestly, she had been more focused on the fact that she was about to pass out, on the way that there was suddenly a growing warmth passing over her middle, on how, no matter how she moved it hurt. And how it was such a sign of weakness. She hated showing this weakness to them.
She was about to ask how he could possibly think that he had done it, but maybe it did make a bit of sense from his position. They probably hadn't told him anything about what was going on, and he had been angry. That part she remembered clearly; the jarring way that he had suddenly grabbed her out of the seat and pushed her up against the wall. She could remember the way his hands were clenched, and the simmering emotion that had been riding so close underneath the skin. He had thought that she had purposefully and ultimately betrayed him, and one fact that translated across legend and truth, Amarissa knew, was that betrayal was perhaps the cardinal sin to James Potter. So maybe it had been so amiss for him to assume that his rage had overrun his control over magic. That maybe, that magic had pushed out and been the cause of her pain. She could only think that it was a terrible thing to carry around in the mind for so long. When had he even found out precisely what was wrong with her - she couldn't remember how much he had been told while they were still in Spain. Those memories tended to fuzz a bit, so that she could only grasp the general shapes. Had tonight been the first night that he received absolute confirmation that she had been badly hurt previously to seeing him?
"You didn't do it. Don't apologize." Amarissa responded, her voice not faltering in the slightest. "It was stupid of me to try and see you so soon."
And it was. She shouldn't have been do anything except remaining in bed that day, probably heavily medicated. Walking around, planning things, and meeting with people had been terrible a mistake on her part, but she had just wanted to make sure that they understood what was happening. It had been a top priority. And it had turned against her in the end. She knew that even now, if she was to do it all over, she would probably still chose to go into that room.
She faltered for a moment and then ran smoothed her fingertips carefully along the side of his hair. He was still close enough to her that she didn't have to reach far, but she wanted his attention on her, on her words, instead of the mark on her side. Amarissa wanted James to know that she really meant what she was saying, that she wasn't upset with him in the slightest for his anger that day. That she understood.