Poppy pursed her lips, crossing her arms warily. "I-I thought that you two had died and I realized how awful I'd feel if you had died while we were in this fight. I'm sorry."
She sighed, squeezing his hand before turning back to Phos. "What exactly do you want me to say, Phos?"
He sniffled, shaking his head. "I don't expect you to forgive me. I just want you to know I'm sorry." She was quiet for a moment before sighing, her face softening slightly. "Okay. Okay."
Phos looked up almost hopefully. "I'm probably not going to be able to forgive you for a while," Poppy told him. "You have told me that you think that I should not marry the person I love. But I know you're sorry. I do. At this point, there's nothing more you can do. You have done your best."
He exhaled, nodding before heading for the door. "Thank you. Thank you. I know it's the best I could have hoped for. Thank you."
She sighed, returning to the breakfast. "I guess not, although I would have preferred to face him when I was wearing something other than your shirt and a pair of shorts."
