Wait, what? Oh, good god. Thérèse's eyes widened considerably; she had no idea that she'd tried to kiss him, nor that she'd... headbutted him. Oh dear. And indeed, as she got closer, she could see a cut on his lip, and she suddenly felt a rush of guilt and apology. "Oh, goodness, I'm sorry!" She went over quickly and sat down, bringing her hand up to the side of his face, tilting it just a little so she could see his lip better.
"I'm so sorry! Oh dear, I'm never drinking again. Ever." She gave him a very small, sheepish smile, touching her fingertip very gently to the cut, wincing to herself. "I'm really, so, so sorry," She repeated, sighing. "Please forgive me."