[ He wonders if that was a misstep, not that this would be the first time he's turned people off with his words. She somehow still keeps eye contact with him despite his obtuseness, though, so he doesn't do her the disservice of averting his gaze, nor does he flinch at her hand coming near his face. That's his acquiescence. ]

You said as much yourself. You don't need me to tell you.

[ A prickly way of saying that he has faith in her ability for fortitude, even if he doesn't say it in those exact terms. If she's struggling with getting her tail back, he understands that, too: it's cruel to be told that you have to switch back and forth between what you want to be and what they expect you to be. ]

...I'm not the same as you, though. But don't worry about it. It's not important to talk about.