"You don't have to be sorry." She said, with a smile as she stood up, holding her hand out to him. She smiled softly, her eyes on him. She was certain that he had a lot to fight with, a lot he needed to work through in his mind. "Well, as they become fragile, you take better care of them." She said, her mind in thought slightly, "though at times, something may seem frail, but it's stronger than what one may think." The feelings she had, as much as she wanted to hide them, it was hard, that fluttering feeling seemed stronger now.