She immediately falls still, an apology written across her face. Sure, that wasn't what he asked for, but she needs to be sure.

"Sorry, sorry..."

Gentle. She can do gentle. Gentle like her hands slowly coming up, her shifting so she can caress his face, look into his eyes, make sure that things are fine before she keeps going. It's a different thing when what she's used to has primarily been uncaring to that sort of treatment, her wearing her own bruises from it. A failure in experience on her part, not his.