[ No. Yseult is silent for a long moment, half-waiting for him to say something else, brush it off and roll back to the shallow, pleasant conversation of before. It might save her having to say this, at least for a little while longer. ]

If you can't do it-- if you want to leave, I'll understand. I want you to be happy, Darras, and if you can't be here.... I don't want you to just sit here, miserable, waiting for me to change my mind. It won't happen, and you'll just come to resent me and everything we had will sour in your memory. Go be happy.