[Rosella isn't exactly sure what to do, in that moment. Her instinct is to hold him, try to offer some semblance of comfort, something. But answers that would suffice in Daventry so seldom work here, and it makes her second-guess herself. So she stays frozen, feeling lost, and searches for words, even though none of them seem to come.]
I'm sorry...I didn't know, I--
[And she casts an unconscious glance up at her family's portrait, unthinkingly, before quickly averting her eyes back to the ground.]
action;
I'm sorry...I didn't know, I--
[And she casts an unconscious glance up at her family's portrait, unthinkingly, before quickly averting her eyes back to the ground.]