[ Byerly lets out a sharper breath - not a laugh, but something adjacent. He's too unhappy to laugh - tears are forming in the corners of his eyes even as he gives that not-a-laugh - but still, there's that grateful huff of air. ]

I suppose that was - also something like what I was thinking. She's so sharp-tongued. And we've spoken with each other, and shared hard honesty, that this - I was just shooting my mouth off, and suddenly she's saying that every word of mine hurts her.