[He's debating whether he should approach her closer or if it'd be more comfortable to keep the distance between them. It's hard to say whether she clearly this embarrassed or this involves a strong magic of some kind. Either way, he can't tell she's uncomfortable already and doesn't want to push things. He just wants to at least attempt to reassure her that he wants to help in anyway he can.

He decides to keep a distance between them, but at the same time close enough where they can see each other. He listens to her speak, his eyes widening as he's... very confused. He tries to recall what sort of thing would warrant such an apology. The last thing was the kiss and-

Oh... that's just it? A little embarrassing but he doesn't think it needs an apology at this level. Still, she seems insistent, so he won't rebuke it.]

If you feel that strongly about apologizing, I accept your apology, [He puts his right hand over his heart.] but I also don't want you to think it was just you. There's strange and powerful magic, and I have a feeling that magical explosion affected you. I've experienced such a magic first hand.

[He moves a few steps closer, but waits for her reaction before going further.]