It sounds hollow, is what it does. Despite his admirable efforts, just hollow enough for her to notice, one ear twitching in surprise at him taking this lame joke the wrong way somehow. What, what is it this time? What supremely shitty thing did she miss by being locked away and forgotten and unable to stand at his side, again. It's not like, well alright, he is vain and so is she, but he's also practical enough to know their disheveled state is the least of their problems right now. So it's gotta be the worse option, like every other damn thing on this beach tonight.

She's fully blaming her utter physical and emotional exhaustion for how long it's taking to figure out, in the moment before it clicks. Sacrifice. She heard it in his voice alright, but she heard it in another elf's voice before that, only, what, a few days ago at most. And it's like ice in her heart to realize what she just stepped in, and she can't keep herself from really looking at him, wondering... how much of it is being tired and gross and caked in sand and tear stains, and how much is gonna be-- different, now.

But there's fire too, a wrath and protectiveness that's never going to extinguish until she herself does, and she offers him the only thing she can think to give. "You know I made Edward pay for everything he did to you, right?" she says with an echo of viciousness on his behalf in her voice, even now. "I crushed him."