"I'm begging," she says, and almost laughs. The sound is full of tears, but for all her dramatics, she is aware (a little) that she probably looks a little ridiculous. It's not a posture that works well unless one is fully dressed, not hanging around in a chemise and boots and a coat. "And the floor's clean, I scrubbed it-"

What she wants is to throw herself at him, wrap her arms around him, cling. Instead, she clutches at his hand.

"I made a bloody mess of it all, and us. But I miss you so much."