It is not your fault, nor your burden to bear. It is you who should be receiving my apologies. I was selfish this night, I simply wanted to know there was another soul with me, who cared for me and cherished me out in this world, where I oft feel unloved.

[She doesn't mean romantic love, of course. She doesn't even need to think that d'Artagnan loves her. But he does care for her, and that matters so much, in the grand scheme of things.]

And for listening to my girlish, silly problems, I do thank you.