There's a long moment there, where she picks up the tea that's now noticeably cooled and sips it, telling herself to stop. Stop. The endless things she could say, she'd exhaust even his patience, and she has to close the gates, keep the river back again. Silence. Get hold of yourself. Be grateful you were indulged so long.

"...thank you, Artemy."

That's what you should be saying. That's the only thing you should be saying.