She cannot, she cannot look up at either of the men who she knows have never forgiven themselves for just exactly that. Her fingers tighten slightly on Reepicheep's paw.
"I kennit," she whispers. "But ye've naught to - I'm all right," she shifts to, quickly. "Forgive me, I beg."
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"I kennit," she whispers. "But ye've naught to - I'm all right," she shifts to, quickly. "Forgive me, I beg."