[She shakes her head, wide eyed. He still doesn't understand, she can see it in him. He doesn't get it. Perhaps it is too alien. Ril's eyes catch the light and it sets them afire in a silvery glow as her hand turns until her palm is against his. He is so very warm next to her. For a long moment, she is quiet, just breathing, and thinking.]

I am not doing this to myself, Doctor. This Antedan, this is how it is when-- [Her eyes close and her face is pale as she works on making her words.] I hurt you and you are wounded because of it, by my hand. By my folk. There is a huge difference between not wanting to hurt someone you care for and expecting someone to not feel emotion when you have upended their views on relationships. It is my fault for not talking to you sooner about my people and our way of life.

[She feels old and brittle and worn out, it shows on her face even when she doesn't wish it to.]

I expected your feelings and it did not make this better for the foreknowledge. [Her voice is just loud enough as she leans in.] And if you tell me you are fine, it is a lie.

[Her cold hands touch his cheeks, her thumbs skimming over his cheek bones.] I know you and if I didn't love you it would not reduce me to this. It would not be a true thing.