Maybe I shouldn't, but I do; I need to, after everything that I--

[ She cuts herself off, staring adamantly down at the half-full bowl of soup. Her body language, if he looks, suggests shame. Regret. Embarrassment. Elizabeth messes with the thimble on her finger and tightens her shoulders at her side.

Will we ever be able to move past what happened?

A headache bites at her brain from the inside and she winces. ]

... I'll try to keep more to myself. [ She finally says, still not meeting his eyes. ] I know I can be... overbearing.