He sighs softly when she steps away from him. The apology is noted though he's far more interested in what words would be coming after that. Instead, she seems to be busying herself, likely to ground herself before she can speak freely. He keeps his hands at his sides, no matter how much they ached to hold her, and watches as she speaks with their guard, seemingly settles in to clean.

A slow nod as she starts to explain. If she was willing to speak now then he would listen for however long she needed to tell her story, as difficult as it clearly was. It was a part of her life he needed to know, wanted to know.

"As long as you need," he murmurs.