[she lets out an exasperated, pained sound that precedes the withering of her forced sternness.

while bringing a hand to her face:] Gods...dammit, you. You keep saying such things without realizing how much they...!

[she balls her hand into a fist, pressing the heel of her hand against her face for a moment before sucking in a breath through her teeth.]

I don't. Get. Luxuries like this. And I was wrong to entertain the notion. I'm sorry.

[she shifts and pushes herself up to her feet, collecting the towel she'd been sat upon.]

None of it is fair. But I shouldn't. Expect it to be. No one should. It's...just how it is.