It wasn't your fault. [ Not really. Shaw had the best intentions. Root reminds herself of that again. ] But apology accepted. I'm sorry I hurt you too.

[ It's one of the many things she's good at: hurting the people she cares about.

As much as she wants to touch Shaw, Root doesn't move any closer to the bars than she has been. She's just within arm's reach of Shaw; half a step back, and Shaw will only find air between her fingers. Maybe it'll help if Shaw sees that Root isn't dismissing her fears. ]

I said I'd make you a nice dinner. I'm still going to, once we're both in the cabin.