Nerith looked at him for a long moment.
Something moved through her expression that Rex, fifty meters into the tree line, could read clearly: the particular shift of someone who had just received a piece of information that simplified one thing and complicated three others simultaneously.
The leaves trembled once and settled.
'She's easy to read... and now she's acting all calm even though I still know she's trying to tell him the truth about me.'
"You have the worst timing," she said.
"I know," Apollo said. "I'm sorry."
"No, please... don't apologize." She looked at her hands. "Don't apologize for that."
They were quiet for a moment.
"I don't know what I feel," Nerith said. "I want to be honest about that..."
"I don't know what I feel about a lot of things right now, and I think trying to answer you properly when I can barely answer myself would just be..." She shook her head. "It would be unfair to you."
"That's fair," he said.
"It's not an answer."
