She has the bottle to her lips when she asks the question, and is in such a state of shock when she tips it back that she forgets to open her mouth, spilling the drink all down her chin and chest. "Oh!"

She quickly wipes up what she can, face flushing almost as dark as the wine.

"What, um." She takes a deep breath and sets the bottle aside. "What gave you that impression?"

Because to tell the truth, she doesn't even know she loves him. Initially, for some reason she now understands to be pure foolishness, she thought a few weeks in the Arena would give her time to figure it out, and instead it's just pulled the blood-soaked knot pumping away in her chest even tighter.