in the end, it’s what people do in a honeymoon
"I'm sorry--God, I'm so sorry!"
Natha had his head on my lap and his knees on the ground, hugging my waist tightly with his trembling hands. He had been in this state for fifteen minutes already, apologizing over and over again, so much so that I couldn't even say anything in response.
That was the first thing he did after I woke up. Still in a groggy state after...how many days was it? Oh, I had no idea. Anyway, I was still too dazed to react, sitting on the edge of the bed in confusion because everything had been cleaned and fixed and I was already clean and clothed.
I had just started rubbing my eyes and yawning widely when the door opened suddenly as if it was in panic or something. Naturally, because the one opening it was even more in panic. He was pale, as if all the flush he experienced the past few days sucked everything.