Her breathing was a little shallow, and seemed to keep catching in her throat. "We. I. That." She didn't really have a way to dispute his statement about Hawke killing him. That was why she'd told him she needed to go. She felt terrible. How would she tell Hawke.
"I really.. I have to go." She had to find a way to make her feet actually more toward the door. "I.. I'm not mad," she said, hoping he wouldn't worry.