The severe backlash Howl displays this time does have Ciel stiffen on the spot, the despair anger roiling off him in waves that is almost physically felt. She knew it was a difficult question for him since their talk after his return, but asking him what sort of outcome he may want out of his conflict with Emet-Selch?

That... was also too much, it would seem.

Lowering her gaze, she breathes out a silent exhale.

"Understood. Please excuse me."

With a bow, she withdraws without further ado. It's not her place to apologize, this is probably not the sort of thing that only apologizing will fix anyway. It wasn't her intention to upset Howl further, but as things are, there's nothing she can do about the situation other than worsen his mood further if she sticks around. But... Will Emet-Selch be willing to tell her what happened? No God will hear her even if she prays, suppose all she can do is take her chances and seek him out. Onward to the Ascian's quarters, then; hopefully it's where he's retired to, and if not, then she will have to reach out via communion. It is so that some time later, there will be faint knocking at Emet-Selch's door.

"Emet-Selch?"

She doesn't need to declare herself for her voice to be recognizable. Is he in...?