Thankfully for all, Courfeyrac is well-attuned to making apologies without understanding what he has done to cause offense, and he catches on quickly enough. “I fear Marius is right,” he says with all the self-deprecating charm he can muster. “I have a rather soft skull, as you may have surmised, and I fear my little adventure has me addled. Mademoiselle, I do hope you can forgive the offense I have caused while in such a state.” If not so precariously perched atop a horse, Courfeyrac would bow, but he can only offer an apologetic nod instead. At least he manages to make that gesture look both charming and contrite.