*brokenly* I really am sorry, Aulë. I don't know what else to say? I've been trying to think about it? About what I could say to make it better but the longer I left it, the harder it got to know what the right words were.
The right words? You didn't need words. You just needed to come to me. We could have found the words instead of this -- this -- what is this? It's not even an argument, Yavanna.
It's not, no. It's me being an idiot. I know I'm not as smart as you -- or Vána -- *grimaces at her sister's name* -- and I know I don't think before I act but to talk to you, I needed to think and I'm just no good at that.