"I can actually sense some of what's coming, you know," she responds with false admonishment. While Reimi refused to allowing the burden of responsibility to shift off her shoulders, she was willing to simply let the argument lay as it was.

Especially when her companion proves that he isn't quite satisfied with her decision to cut her story short. It makes her laugh a little as she sweeps some wayward hair behind her ear. "Sorry. I didn't think you'd want to hear anymore after that."

Whatever the memory was, it had clearly been quite painful for him. She hadn't wanted to pile onto the suffering by drawing out a story that had almost nothing to do with him. But Kit had proved her assumptions wrong, and so she obediently continues where she'd left off.

"I'd never been so scared in my life; all I wanted to do was get away. But with him right under my bed, I knew we'd never make it to the door. Especially not with Rohan right on top of him."

Her head tilts to the side, expression inscrutable. "So I threw him out the window."

There had barely been any time to think in the moment, and so she'd only learned how much her actions had frightened Rohan much later. It had been necessary, but it still tugs at her heartstrings to thing about it. He must have been so afraid, roused from sleep only to find his protector flinging him out a window. And then to be forced to wait alone in the dark for someone to find him, listening to her scream...

She has to blink violently a few times to keep the tears out of her eyes.