Narcissa felt unbelievably alone. Even standing there in the presence of her husband, it seemed she had no one. She managed to get an apology out of him, but not for what she wanted. It seemed more of an after thought, too, and it left her feeling even more depressed.
The next time she blinked, a tear ran down her cheek. She did not realize it until it had already spilled. She wanted to plead with him to come with her. More than anything she just wanted his comfort, but why should she ask for it when it was not being offered? She did not want to force him to do something he had no interest in. It would be as absent as that apology.