[He will feel her fingers tense, and there's a slight pull as she tries to take it back, but she relents, knowing full well that was what started this whole thing in the first place. Not just being afraid of the magic or the forest or even him, but her refusing him like that. So, with shaking hands, she lets him wrap her hand, remaining quiet through it all as she listens, he eyes on the bloodied edge of the axe on the floor.]

I wasn't trying to.

[Her voice is quiet, strained with the conflicted emotions that swirl beneath the hardness she tries to keep in place in her expression.]

... But you scared me, Eustace. When you grabbed me, and took my sword, I... All I knew was that I needed to find a way to break it and keep it that way.

[And then when he'd pressed that axe to his own throat...]