"...no."

York hesitates, studying her face closely, then sets his cup down and frees his hand from hers. Not because he wants to pull away, no. Just so that he can have both hands free as he shifts closer, pulling her into a hug. I'm sorry I died is just ridiculous, so he doesn't say it. He's still trying to cope with that news, anyway, so it's better that she didn't use the actual words.

"It wasn't our fault," he murmurs into her hair.