[She doesn't comment on it, but as soon as he clarifies, Ari lifts her hand from his arm. The expedition was different, she tells herself. Emergency situations are different. She'll learn.]

Sure. I'll go up and get it, I'll be right back.

[And she does just that. It doesn't occur to her that his beer - made with roots? - isn't alcoholic, but it hardly matters anyway. A few moments later, she sets the drink and chips in front of him, and resumes her own seat at the table.

Now the difficult part.]

I'm not any good at this sort of thing, so I'll just speak plainly. We were at odds over... what happened. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was also doing what I always do, holding out even when there's no real hope of success.

[Doggedly defending a plan with no popular support, just as she'd struggled on through the snow despite her injury. She hadn't realised it until she'd heard Arthur's impatient objections.]

I value you too much to just let that stand between us, so - I'm sorry if I made you think poorly of me.