"Ts-- Tsukimono-kun, pr-rease . . ."
Don't apologize.
That was the last thing she wanted. Eld didn't need to feel horrible about this. This . . . wasn't his fault. Well, not entirely. Romance was a two way street. She kissed him first. She continued to kiss him when he returned her affections. She let all this happen. She was just as much at fault as he was, if not more. At least, that's how Etsu felt now. No matter how much she should have been mad at him-- how much she would have been angry with him if this happened a week ago or earlier --Etsu couldn't bring herself to be upset with him. She was far more upset with herself, but she wasn't going to vent that right now.
Maybe in a few weeks . . .
"It is-- it is just--" she gulped.
Etsu needed to console this boy, and if possible, set him straight. They couldn't do this anymore. It had to stop and it had to stop permanently. She just wasn't the one for him. Eld couldn't look her in the eyes at his own volition, but when Etsu brought a hand from his shoulder to his chin and gently pushed up, it would be very clear to him that she wanted him to look her in the eyes. To see how sincere she was and how much she did not hate him.
After all, if Etsu were upset with him, she'd have never been this gentle or borderline comforting. She'd have just slapped him and sojourned to the tent alone and forbade him from even thinking about coming in after her.
"This is not what you want," she said ruefully, "I am not who you want."