[ Bastien nods—acknowledgment of the problem, certainly not agreement that he's a scoundrel, except in the most affectionate sense, son cher coquin—and gathers one of By's hands, and interlaces their fingers. ]

She was wrong. And once she knew she was wrong, she should have—well, an apology might have been too much to ask for in the moment, when she is feeling so besieged, but she should been glad for you.