Meteion shakes her head, then. She bore him no ill will, and he needed to know it. Her fingers tighten on his arm, but not enough to hurt.

"You don't need to, Estinien. We both weren't...in our right minds, I think, at that point. And even if that was not the case--you were doing what you thought was best, and you were protecting the Pleroma. I only want to do that, too. I feel like it was what needed to happen."

A hint of fear crosses her face, and her hand drops. "I do not want to be in the Regent's clutches. So if what you did then prevented it, it is all to the good. And I would bid you do it again."

Never mind that dissipation wasn't an incredibly comfortable sensation, and Meteion doubted it was a good thing if it happened too many times, but she meant what she said.