A number of possible replies cross Abigail's mind, some more insistent and angry than others. The first, don't be tellin' me, SHOW me you great big dolt is too close to the hurt. The next, the Lioness' noble self tell you yellin' your apology at me was a good plan? is dismissed as too bitter.

But that bitterness and hurt shows in her eyes if Raph takes the time to look.

What do you want from me?

Love, trust, companionship. Honesty. But can he give it the way she deserves? Abigail isn't so sure anymore. She knows there's more he isn't telling her. She's all too aware -- even if he's not -- that they haven't addressed his obvious reluctance to take her with him to his precious Milliways. Family is different, he'd said. So where does that leave them?

Her lips thin into a nearly straight line before she says "That's for you to be figurin' out" and storms off -- for once without throwing anything at his head.