[she rocks back on one foot. her tone is quiet, her words careful. every inch of her demeanor is closed off]

Hm. . . you really are my critical weakness. . .

[. . .]

It doesn't have anything to do with tomorrow's trial. Just the game as a whole. A possible path to a desirable ending.

Can you-- can you wait? Until after.

[she wants to give him more. but she isn't sure she can break the promises she's made]