"It's certainly not a gift, not with what I went through to get it. But I didn't want it for myself - I wanted this for you!"

The moment the words are out, she covers her mouth and looks at him with a look of pure terror on her face. All those months of hiding away, of late nights and skipped meals, of avoiding him altogether, and for what? For her to get magic and feel so overwhelmed by the responsibility of it that she wants to give it up already? For fear that her lack of control and quick progress will have his family turning down her bid to be with him?

How typically, selfishly like herself that is.

Her voice is very small and her words rushed when she speaks again. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I spoke out of turn. Forget I said anything, because it... it doesn't matter, right? We're friends. Just friends." She rubs at her eyes and tries to smile at him, but fails horribly.

Why did she open her mouth to speak? Why is she even allowed to speak? This whole thing is a disaster and she's squarely to blame.