Cambria's face wasn't burning nearly so hot as Mati's, but she felt a flush creep up to her cheeks. Even though she knew it couldn't be possible, a part of her hoped that the word had in fact been about her. Why? Why did she want that? The girl had gone about how how attraction was meant to work all backwards, unintentionally jumping into the final act head first without ever experiencing the things that were supposed to lead to that. The feelings buzzing through her were foreign and while she still wasn't entirely sure what they meant, she was beginning to see and feel the subtle hints with more understanding. The bright violets turned away from her, looking down to her brush. The younger girl also looked at the instrument, seeing the rag wipe the paint away from its fibers. She swallowed uneasily, finger fiddling nervously in her lap now. Enzo sensed the change in her and looked at her curiously, nudging her dark curtain of hair, but this time she ignored his prodding. She couldn't do anything until Mati did or said something; frozen by the realization that was slowly beginning to dawn on her.
The Church fey's sudden standing and nearly knocking over of her stool made Cambria jump and the dove beat his wings in the air in protest. There was a bit of shaking in her hands and she shoved them harder into her lap to quiet them. She didn't know really what Mati was apologizing for, but she didn't know how to respond to it. She just sat silently and watched as the other cleaned her paint brush in the water. Sea foam eyes focused on the working hands, her teeth once again finding her lip to bite. At the suggestion of a break she finally looked back up to Mati's face. "Okay, sure." Even though she agreed, she didn't make any move to stand. She didn't trust her legs to hold her up or for her body to stay still and composed. "What...what did you say sorry for?" Maybe that wasn't the best question to ask, but it kept nagging at her mind.