The curse has her look up in surprise, almost as if she's a child being chastised by her mother, but then she merely drops her gaze to stare dully ahead, finally settling with her chin resting on the knee she'd drawn close to herself. Leliana is her friend, of course she'd want to be here to... help. Even if there isn't anything more to do. As long as the other woman doesn't suggest she could have prevented it, Robyn won't argue. It had been her own failing that had let this happen and she won't let anyone else take credit for that mistake.

"You shouldn't be," she says softly, looking up to meet Leliana's gaze again. "I'm only sorry-- so sorry that you... would have to go through this more than once."

To see her die. To know that she is going to die, even if, this time, she'll come back.

"I can deal with this," the Warden speaks quietly. "It isn't your burden to bear."

Not hers to deal with or carry out. To demonstrate her sincerity (despite the fact that it hasn't been carried out yet), Robyn withdraws her dagger, pressing her thumb against the edge until it goes white, and then, admits a single bead of blood.