"Ye say true," she agrees, fervently. But oh, his disappointment cuts her to the very quick, and Susan draws a shaking breath.

"I'd not have ye -- I'd not wish for ye to feel I've insulted ye," she says, soft and earnest. "Cry yer pardon, if I have. I'd only not wish to cause ye --"

(my grief - you are the source of it)

"--any distress," she finishes, as a tremor runs through her.