In reality, Elann had spoken as she felt. She thought his words were about hitting her. He had said that he hadn't yelled at her, that he hadn't intentionally hurt her; hurt being the word that to her had been interpreted in that moment as not hitting her. It was in no relation to what she thought of him. She didn't think that he would ever hit her, nor did she think that he had even thought of it and she was expressing her thankfulness for it. It was simply what she thought he had meant. His face, his quieting, had happened at that point. As his bond dulled, she blinked and looked up to him at his words. 

There was no love flowing in his apology. If anything it was a tiny trickle. While her bond strongly flowed with love for him and trying to understand, she had been hurt so badly that she just wanted to end it along with him at his wish. It took all of her faith in Yahal to trust in their bond and their marriage to ask him to go further.

"Something...something is still wrong...was it something I said?" she asked with pleading voice. For the first time in a while, she set her brilliant eyes upon him. Her tears had stopped after her apology and she wiped them away to better see his face.