[ He stands frozen for a long moment, unsure of what he should do. He wants to dry her tears, or at least offer her a handkerchief. He wants to tell her it's okay, even if he's not sure if it really is himself. ]

I'm... afraid I do not.

[ He furrows his brows again, reclaiming that step he'd taken back before by coming closer. ]

'No one from home knows' you? What do you mean by that? For I'm sure it cannot be true, my own failings aside.

[ He tilts his head in thought. ]

And I know not how to make it up to you. I can only ask you to forgive me.