[ Fortunately — or perhaps unfortunately — for Lexa, Rey has about zero experience with politeness and niceties herself, arbitrarily choosing where and when to express them, so she doesn't as much take offense to Lexa's blunt straightforwardness as she does the frustration in herself that it elicits. ]

If I needed assistance, I'd ask for it. [ Lexa probably already knows the true answer, underneath the false one — no, she wouldn't.

But at the question, Rey is sufficiently distracted from her bristling anger and instead looks momentarily inward. ] ...I have, I think. It feels... [ she trails off uncertainly, her posture relaxing as she does under the other woman's grip. ]

It feels as though if I don't confront whatever it is, I won't be able to forgive myself.