When Christopher touched her shoulder, Thérèse leant into him for just a moment before pulling back. "I... I'm such a burden, I must be so..." She let out another sob, her hand trembling as she pressed it to her mouth. "I... I get drunk at dinner, I headbutt you and hurt your lip, I fall into your lake like a complete buffoon, you... you're all wet, I'm so sorry..." She clutched at her skirt, using it to wipe her tears. Considering how wet it was, it didn't work well. "Why are you so nice to me?"
She looked up at him now, her eyes genuinely curious. "You... you were so sweet last night. And you're still sweet now. I cause so much trouble, but you're such a darling." She reached up, taking his hand and stroking her thumb over his knuckles tenderly, sniffing. "I don't deserve this hospitality."