Daff could feel her heart racing, both from the scare and the anxiety now coursing through her at the weight to this situation. He'd said he was sorry, but for what? She wasn't sure she was brave enough to ask. On one hand, he had followed her out here, that had to mean something, but on the other, what was he doing here? They had parted ways and even though they couldn't avoid one another permanently, the superficial run-ins at events like this were all that could pass between them anymore, right?

"No, I—" She was going to say she was alright, but clearly they both knew better. The only thing he could do was open up to her again, like they used to, but she highly doubted that was going to happen. Not to mention this was neither the time nor the place. "I haven't been sleeping well," He knew that about her, knew it better than anyone else, but she didn't need to comment further. "But I'll be alright." Eventually. she had to.

What else could she say anyway? She had no reason to lie to him, even if they weren't close anymore.