They were both being far too accommodating, but Daff could tell by the tension in the room and their coded conversation that they weren't done and she was too close to tears to stick around. It was too much for her; the familiarity between them, the looks, the overwhelming feeling of being the odd one out, her middle-child desire to be self-sufficient, everything. Daff was not the one to be fussed over, she was the one supposed to be doing the fussing. She felt like she was suffocating.

She wasn't buying their nonsense either. Daff had far too many older siblings and experience knowing when she was being coddled. "Stop it, the two of you. Just stop." She finally managed, tone quiet but unrelenting. After backing herself all the way to the door again, she had every intention of escaping whether they liked it or not. The panic was rising to a level she might not be able to contain, but she was not a child that needed to be placated; she had messed up and she would take care of it, like she always did.

"I will be fine and I will be going, now." She insisted as she ignored Elias' outstretched hand, keeping hers firmly pressed to her chest, likely ruining the fabric of her dress in the process, but too distracted to care. "Good luck with whatever it is I interrupted." Daff passed a sad sort of smile between them before stepping back out of the workshop. She made it to the gate before the tears started, fumbling for her wand from her dress pocket with her free hand to disapparate.