Ekke does not know nor will I speak of it with him. And even if I had told him, he would not be mad at you. I doubt he could ever be mad at you with how highly he speaks of you. Disappointed? Perhaps, but not mad. For the same reason I was at your refusal; because we want you to be safe. He's just far better at expressing such things than I.

[The will ever be goes unsaid, but it's pretty obvious judging by the sheepish way eye hers look away from Puella for the faintest of moments.]