[Are they okay? Maybe her uncertainty is clear from her face, even while she smiles and sets her hand on Mari's, with intention to soothe even though it feels more like an admission of her own vulnerability. Don't be nervous. Don't be sad. Although actions come easier than words, to not say a thing --

Mari's hands are so cold. Because of her.

So much for not belittling her feelings.

And she can't bear to see Mari hurt. And, even if only once, she wants to live up to the sort of person Mari has said she is.]

You're...I...I am dense, aren't I. [Her grip tightens.] It never occurred to me you thought of us in that way. But that's no excuse.

Please, let me do right by you from here on.