"—…" The nature of his sin begets the sudden silence, shock soon pulling away from eyes and lids resuming their half-clasp over skykin eyes. Guilt weighed down upon his torso, and he cannot hope to return the embrace. "…I’m sorry."
The lack of a reciprocation does the least in discouraging her from enhancing the embrace. Arms tighten only to offer reassurance — only to eliminate the unwanted guilt that whirs in the silverette’s core. Perceptive abilities detect that, even if he were to deny it.
"…Are you okay? You’ve — been okay, right?"