It's an apology that leaves her halfway amused and halfway flustered, teasing and playful as it is, although Y'tajha thinks she does an okay job with the look she gives him in return, something measured, the hint of her own smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She should scold him, tell him that there's no need to apologize for anything--

--but she's interrupted in her plans to do so by his question, and it's all she can do not to grimace. Instead, she takes a bite or two of her own breakfast, thinking carefully over her words before she allows them to form on her lips, emphasized by her smile:

"Please, Lord Haurchefant, do not worry about my comfort. It is enough that you have offered us a place to rest our heads. I couldn't dare ask for more."

It's the proper answer, and one steeped in truth. She already knows that if she does dare, there's a far larger chance of her giving in to that want to knock on his chamber door in the middle of the night.