"Oh, you're going to guilt me as though you're the injured party here? As though my actions were the ones left in mystery? You messaged me on your device, so quite clearly you received my messages. The ones where I offered you comfort and reassurance, asked for your forgiveness, confessed my worries, begged you to give me at least some sign that you weren't hurt or in danger. You ask if I felt nothing for you? You have the proof of it there on your device. Please, feel free to take a moment and review my humiliation."

Sweeping past him, Lenore takes a seat on a stone bench nearby, skirts belling out around her to make it quite clear that this bench isn't large enough for two. "You don't much care for my tone. Is that so. How hard that must be for you."

Cold and scornful, Lenore waves a hand at him to gesture for him to proceed. "Go on, then. I didn't come for compliments and flowers. I came because you wanted to be heard out and apologize. I'd like to know what has kept you so busy for the past month and a half that you could not spare even a single moment to think 'oh, my, Lenore must be worried, let me take an instant to message her that I'm unharmed'. So let's hear this apology."