Well, it was true that she wouldn't have avoided either of them if she was fine with the situation. That was just another thing to rankle at herself about. Failure on her part to be able to pass herself off as fine with it. She pressed her fingers into the wood, rubbing against the grain as she stared down at the people below drinking.

But he was wrong about the second part. She didn't deserve to be selfish. What had she done to deserve that? Maybe if she was doing something important--if she was someone important. But she wasn't. Not that she was useless. She was just. There. Nothing special. Just her.

But he's trying to be nice, and make her feel better, and if she refuses, he'll shoulder the guilt. So she reaches out and accepts his hand. The rough, calloused hand of a soldier, though it's warm to her touch.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

It's suddenly hard to think of any reply, puzzle out the effort of an answer, and she just wants to stand there, holding his hand, maybe for the next week or two? That, unfortunately, is impossible, so instead Beleth just gives him a small smile. "I'm not upset with you, I promise. You're--You're really sweet, you know that? You think so highly of me."