Anne did indeed understand how he felt, how concerned he was. She could see the true concern he had. Anne wasn't about to speak aloud about it. She was the orator, he was more physical. She spoke volumes, he actually got up and into action.

When he produced his knife to cut her loose, Anne tensed a little. She trusted him, she was merely wary of the blade. Anne sighed in relief when he revealed that the injury wasn't as bad as she thought. She rubbed her wrists as he cut the bed sheet, then did as he said in holding the torn sheet fragment against the cut.

It stung, but she could deal with it. Anne looked guilty down at the floor. "I'm...sorry to have caused you so much trouble..."

She wasn't about to get wishy-washy. At least not until they were in a more private setting. But she felt guilty and felt that it was necessary to apologize.