[Marianne's look goes back to Hubert when he speaks up again, and the words are...

She's surprised by the...well, Hubert's never been particularly gentle in his life, but his words seem comparatively smaller than he usually is. Maybe she's reading too much into it, but the way he amends his words, how he's asking her to find a solution, how he doesn't want to see anything happen to her...

...]

...It's okay.

[Marianne's words are a little softer. She's never seen him like this, and it's...strange, in a way she's not sure about. In a way that worries her. She winds up walking forward a bit, nearer to him.]

I'm sorry. I...made you uncomfortable, didn't I. [Marianne fidgets a bit with one of her sleeves, with her unoccupied hand.] I shouldn't have said that. It's just...um...

[...]

He has that problem too. With the disease. [Marianne looks away again.] I'm worried that if I say something, it might ruin his chances with the one he truly loves.

But...he's been very nice to me. So I don't want to forget him, either. [...] I don't know what to do.

[This is the most she's...really talked all at once, isn't it. It's awkward--Marianne is always awkward, but she's not an expressive person. And yet...she at least wants to try to explain to him the situation.

(Maybe it'll give her the strength to try to confess.)]