The werewolf eyed her apprehensively, not at all expecting the tears and shame that followed. His eyes went wide in disbelief, not understanding what she had to apologize for. He was her protector, her best interests were his duty to uphold and he never should have allowed things to go even as far as they had.
Conrey whined softly for her pleading, uncomfortable with her being the only one to apologize. He stepped closer, pressing his cheek to her leg and then brushing past her to leap his way up the stairs. Quickly he shifted back and changed into fresh clothes after nosing his way into his bedroom, his hair a tousled mess as he stormed his way downstairs again.
He approached the young noblewoman cautiously, wary of the waves of sadness and despair that seemed to be rolling off of her. "Please don't be upset with yourself," he asked of her gently, reaching out to touch her arm and uncertain how he could comfort her in what he assumed was a terribly awkward situation for his charge.
"I acted...very inappropriately towards you and I understand if you are angry with me or do not want to speak with me or see me after today, but please don't be mad at yourself. You did nothing wrong," Conrey tried to assure her, genuinely seeing things that way. He was older, he was paid to ensure she was cared for and he had grossly taken advantage of that position in his own eyes. Worse, he had wanted what she'd offered to him and though her scent had left his skin the werewolf understood that the desire still simmering beneath the surface was very real and had hardly abated since the end of her episode of lust.