How has she gotten so far? If she heard that thought, and knew the source of it, she might have teased him for what could be interpreted, in a playful moment, as jealousy. Fortunately or no, that is not where her mind goes; she is too far removed from comfort (literally and otherwise) for quips of familiarity.

Steeped in guilt, she takes his tone as an accusation and is caught between fear and indignation. So what, she thinks, if she wears a flower? She is bound to mourn in her own way, he of all people should understand...

The thought is only half formed when it gives way, something not exactly alarm rising when she sees how he's approaching her. Unknowing, she moves to grip his arms, not trying to halt him (she trusts him, no matter if he sees things differently) but to question, silently, what in the earthly hell could be going on to make him look at her that way.