Her eyes drifted closed as their hands linked and she gave his hand a squeeze. "Oh, Jecht..." Shaking her head, she withdrew her hand and stood up, putting the necessary distance between them again. "I can't -- You wouldn't understand, okay? It's for your own good." She backed away, heedless of any observers as she risked one last look at him, eyes full of pain.

"I'm not worth it. Trust me on that." She turned to make her escape, all thoughts of tea completely gone.