Katherine's heart was beating out of her chest, her face was flushed, and her stomach was in knots. When had it come to this? Days ago, even after their night together, she hadn't felt this way. She had blocked it from her mind, really, managed to go about her daily life and not worry too much on that she had slept with Eward. But it had, too, pained her to think of it. She was angry at herself more than at him; forgiving him for past indiscretions was not the problem.
She lowered her eyes at last, unable to look at him any longer for fear she'd say something she ought not to, or do something silly or cruel. Instead, Katherine replied, "I...I haven't the slightest idea," her voice quiet, barely more than a whisper.