[ Pyra looks at him wearily, holding onto one of her arms. She’d rather know anything he’s willing to tell her than nothing at all.

She thinks over their conversation so far, and how she believes this means that he stands by his answers, unchanging. If this will happen again, and she will simply have to adapt.

…But here he’s asking if a compromise is possible, and she wonders if she misunderstood something, or assumed something of his answers to her questions incorrectly. ]

Whatever that compromise is…

I understand now that you don’t think this battle was threatening, but in the future… when there might be one you do think is significant, I hope you feel as if you can talk to me before dangerous fights. [ That’s she not left so in the dark. ] When you want to, that is.

[ And it should be clear that it is a privilege that he’s told her anything at all.

Pyra bites her lip, doubting herself after expressing that much. Was she not supportive enough? Did she actually ask too much? She knows, and has been assured by him, that she shouldn’t sacrifice what she’s feeling. But she had been upset still, and that hurt and expressing it had lead to… this. ]