She swallows thickly, a cold guilt cutting through her gut. She'd made the internal decision not to tell him and apparently it hadn't even mattered.

South can't reply. For several long moments she just sits, tense, while she tries to bottle up emotions that are starting to roil to the top, taking deep, measured breaths to still the panic tightening in her chest.

But it's no use, she can feel herself losing the internal battle at the thought of having this conversation with North, and she suddenly shoots to her feet and immediately makes for the door. She might be muttering something about not being able to do this, but it's with a tight and soft voice.