The immediacy of it is mollifying, but she doesn't want to be mollified, mercurial thing that she is. There is no arguing with anyone traveling with her, no blaming them for the appalling circumstance she's been forced into, and presented with such a target she is reluctant to give it up at once simply because he gives her the apology she absolutely deserves, thank you. Her chilly silence stretches uncomfortably as a counterpoint to his rush to beg her forgiveness, her fingers tightening into little fists hidden by her fur muff.

There's no point to dragging it out, either; it will not satisfy her.

And -

Still.

Finally, not substantially softening her tone, "Going about not looking, this is nonsense. I had been a rogue mage, then what? You are dead as well as foolish."

There.

That. Good. She's not blaming him for her predicament, she's just berating him for being stupid with his own safety. What if she had been a rogue mage, what then. (They probably require more provocation than a snowball, unlike milady. But who knows, mages are unpredictable.)