Another time, another day, a slightly more stable state of mind, and Sean likely wouldn't have any problem holding back his instinctual reaction to that. It's just the same misplaced concern as it was the last time, after all, nothing new. But as it stands, he can't quite help the cloud that passes over his features, however brief, the obvious hurt at what he can still only perceive as an insult. If anything, though, it just makes him draw himself closer to her as he steels himself against it, lets it pass. She's just worried, is all, whether she has any real cause to be or not.

"Can ye trust me in this?" he asks after a moment to collect himself, quiet but serious. That she thinks so much less of him than she used to is one thing, it's warranted, no matter how painful, but he needs her to still have at least some small measure of faith in him. There's little point in trying at all, otherwise, even if he's finally convinced that she won't just walk out on him if things get bad again.