She looks up at him, meeting his eyes, her expression plain and sad.

"Should I have asked you?" she asks softly, not flinching from the sharpness in his tone or the anger in his gaze. "You were already in a vulnerable state. I didn't want to make it worse. Should I have told you before now? Would it have made a difference? Or should I have just kept it to myself?"

She continues to look him in the eyes. If that's what he wants, that's what she'll give him.