She sits down slumped and disturbed by her own tantrum and the damage. "I... I... that table has been in my family... for eons... and..." She looks like she might cry. You have honestly never seen this side to her. Either she was sultery and confident or a mean witch. Perhaps she had a point, you never did think of her as a person with emotions, rather just an entity, an npc, a nose on a pinup.
You gently touch her arm and tell her, "I'm sorry... I was... I was being inconsiderate...f-for what it matters... I honestly learned a valuable lesson... Ms. Range?"
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