[Alas, she's not turning to leave, even if there was part of her that said to. Instead, she kneels down to start very carefully gathering the larger shards of glass. The leather gloves she wears certainly help, but she's not going to take any chances by just grabbing willy-nilly. She starts putting them in a neat little out-of-the-way pile.]

If you wish to leave, I'll not stop you—but if you're trying to protect my sensibilities, then you can put your concerns away.

You're still Estinien, no matter how you look.