Luke stare at her, aghast. But not so much at what she'd said as at what it made him think, which was surely not at all what she'd meant. Innocently misspeaking, twisted by his diseased and, at this point, probably deranged mind.

She knew. She had to know--there was no other reason for her to correct herself so quickly. Why was she being polite about it? Did she fear his reaction, if she called him out?

Was he that much of a monster? Was she afraid to go, and afraid to stay? Luke took an inadvertent step back. How could he put her off without just being rude again? "No. No, I... it's not necessary. If you need rest you should stay here. Without me in your... way."