The moment he says the words, she closes her eyes. Ignoring the tears rolling down her cheeks, she takes a slow, deep breath and then exhales at that same slow pace.

Finally. Release.

When she opens her eyes a minute later, she throws a sad smile in his direction. Now that she's free, she can say all those things that will make this right between friends again. She can take his words as true and act on them as if the whole messy conversation leading to them had never happened. "I'm sorry, Viatorus. I never should have said anything. I... I should have realized your feelings. And I do understand them, really. Please, forgive me and... don't tell Isidor. I don't want to cause you any trouble by having said such things." A noble suggestion, even if she doesn't mean it.

That little bit out of the way, she looks around the living room awkwardly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "...I suppose I should be on my way, then. I mean, learning control is important, but I can just read and practice on my own, right?" Maybe talk of magic will make her exit easier for him. It's probably a vain hope, but she has to try something.