[Her body's still in pain from dying and being brought back, but it hurts far more to see Sieglinde so quiet and small on the opposite side of the table. Riza reaches out, one hand wrapping around Sieglinde's tightly for reassurance.]

Please don't be sorry. It isn't your fault. It's not the fault of anyone here.

[Not Sieglinde's, for being unable treat Koltira's symptoms earlier. Not her own for being caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, and not Koltira's for doing what he believed to be right and just. (She's still not sure she fully accepts his reasons, but she understands the validity of them now.) There is no one here to blame save for perhaps life itself, and even then life makes for a poor scapegoat.

Besides, there's no point dwelling in the past and on things neither of them can change. All they can do is move forward.]

I'll be fine soon. But take care of yourself, Sieglinde. I'm sure I'll recover faster if I don't need to worry about you as well.