[His instinctive reaction is to throw her back a few hundred meters. But he suppresses it, because they have something they need to do, and fighting will only get in the way.]

Is that what you want? For me to stand here and tell you I have some blame in you losing his Grace?

[Before she can argue what they both know--that yes, he damn well does share blame--he goes on:]

Fine, I admit it. I helped you take it. I've told you already, I shouldn't have. This only makes me more convinced that it was a foolish thing to have done.