[ she stiffens a little, suddenly nervous now that the attention has drifted to her little gift. her fingers close around the plastic container for a second, white-knuckled as she gathers her courage. ]

Y-Yes. [ but he can't have it yet. not until she gets out the words she'd been meaning to say, the ones she'd been practicing in front of a mirror, over and over.

...in all fairness, it had happened a lot smoother in those practices. certainly not nearly as loud. ]

I—I wanted to tell you I'm sorry! I know you don't like it when I apologize, but this time I really do need to do it! Y-You got hurt because of me — [ here, she pauses to finally glance at his chest, at the straight pink-white line of a scar she'd left there, nearly lost in the myriad of other scars he sports ] — b-because I wasn't strong enough to resist that demon and — and that's the last thing I ever wanted to do to you.

[ she squeezes her eyes shut now, cheeks glowing red from practically shrieking at him now. ]

I broke our promise to protect each other and I'm sorry please accept this small cake from me as a token of my promise to do better next time and I'm sorry it isn't chocolate!!

[ and then she proceeds to shove the thing at his face. ]