She looks at him again, but this time she isn't glaring. She watches him as he follows her for a moment, frowning slightly.

Then she stops and waits for him to catch up. "You know that's not an excuse," she says. "I didn't have to help you." Nor did she have to kiss him, or reconcile with him, or any of the things she's done since his arrival. She could have continued to leave things as distant between them as they had been during his first stay here.