That name from his lips causes the hair to stand on the back of her neck. His expression makes it even worse and she's not really sure what the hell is going on except that he's an emotional wreck for some reason. She searches his eyes for some kind of answer and finds none readily available.

"Forgive you for what?" she asks softly. It's a rare tone for her voice and one she can't remember when she last had reason to use, but she can tell this situation is delicate.