As she listened to the explanation of their connection, Daffy's whole body sort of stilled into a silence that she didn't quite understand. It was hard to identify the feeling she had creeping over her. She had known, they both knew, that the other had been in love before, but now knowing this much put it into a sharper focus. Knowing who made it very concrete.

"Oh," Daff managed softly as it all really sank in. Her hands drifted to her cheeks to cover up the embarrassment as she thought back through the exchange. She'd been such a mess and too chatty and Mrs. Rowle was so well-dressed and well-spoken and beautiful; Daff was none of those things. In fact she was the exact opposite most of the time.

Daff couldn't tell if it was better or not to have gone into the situation blind. Well, maybe it was for the better? Mrs. Rowle had been kind enough in her evaluation at least? Maybe just to spare Elias' feelings. Daff still couldn't quite put her finger on what she was feeling, aside from embarrassed, so she peeked back up at him, fumbling over what to say.

"I—" Merlin, what was she supposed to say? Everything seemed sort of contrite or self-serving. Mostly she was worried, in a way she wasn't sure she had ever been before, about what somebody else thought of her. "I was a bit of a mess," Daff came out with finally. "I hope I wasn't too embarrassing." This mattered, obviously it did, but like he said, it was a long time ago and they had moved on and were happy to be here, so she could have her moment about this another time, by herself.