She's just relieved that Maketh's done with whatever bizarre breakdown that had been. Perhaps putting all the puzzle pieces of what'd happened to her-- both in this underground hellhole and before she'd arrived-- is going to have to wait. If an apology's enough to set her off that badly, continuing to pry might hurt instead of help.

"Well... we're both-- sorry. So that's taken care of." Sorry, sorry, sorry. This is why she doesn't apologize; say it once and that stupid word starts spilling out left and right. "Don't worry about it, all right? I'm just glad you're okay now."

She smiles faintly.

"Do you need to... I dunno, sit down?" That'd be helpful, right? She's on a calming-Maketh-down winning streak now, maybe it'll hold out.