She did have to cede that to ask Armand would also be insulting to her, but there was only so much a person could surmise and try to see what would be the lesser of two evils in such an insult. The default would then be to ask the male family member, though really, asking either of them would have been insulting. But again, Marguerite had reacted to protect all she had, to keep Armand innocent of how she had kept them afloat.
"I never once thought you thought that was why... I just... if I hadn't trusted you, I never would have agreed to marry you in the first place, that's all..."
At least he acknowledged the fact that fear had a way of clouding judgment, because that had been the crux of it. Though they were both tired and the conversation was exhausting of itself. Marguerite honestly had no idea how much longer they could go. It was too much all at once. She didn't know how Percy had processed it in the Dreams. She just knew that one minute he was cold and distant (though now she knew why), and by the time he had revealed himself as the Pimpernel in the Comedie Francais, there was nothing but love and the hope to start over now that the secrets had all been revealed.
"It does seem that way..."
What could she really say when everything had been said? It was hard and tiring and everything hurt. Even though she had offered to leave, she didn't know how smart it would actually be to drive back home. It was a miracle of itself that she had gotten to Percy's without injury, add in the latest emotional exhaustion from a fight that was brought on from a dream life and nothing that had happened here? It was hard to explain. But risking it would be insane.
Living her life ruled by emotions, the fact that everything was in a whirl was terrifying in its own way for Marguerite. If she could just hold onto one, she'd be better. But her own emotions blending with those from the Dream, it was too much, far too much. It terrified her what she felt for Percy just here, not accounting for her Dream self. Nothing had felt so real, which undoubtedly had something to do with how she was feeling now with this fight.
As Percy sat near her, Marguerite felt a small bit of tension leave her shoulders even though she simply nodded.
"If you're certain, then I will take the couch.... It probably isn't safe to try and get back home...." Not right now. Not in this state of mind and exhaustion at this time of night. "The invitation for Thanksgiving is still open, should you want to... but only if you're comfortable." It was the only way for her to say that she would give Percy whatever time he needed to sort through all of this and come to his own conclusions once she left in the morning. "Thank you for letting me stay, though."