She realizes the moment the question is out of her mouth it was a poor choice of words. Who would be okay after everything that had happened? She drops her hand, mentally kicking herself a little. The question she receives in return catches her off guard, surprised and a bit baffled too, but only for a second. The vulnerability so evident on his face breaks her heart, knowing it takes a lot for him to show such an emotion to anybody; telling her just how perturbed he is. She couldn't possibly refuse, as irrational as the request is.

"Of course," she says quietly, nodding, setting aside her wine and getting up on her feet.