It wasn't a pleasant journey. She wasn't happy for the compulsion, nor was she happy about seeing the memories. But her reaction wasn't the same as most people, and she knew it. While most, she noticed, were wrecked with guilt, she tended to respond with anger, with acceptance.

She had a lot of time to herself, once. She knew what she was.

She wasn't too surprised that someone had reached out. What she hadn't expected was the stiff polite smile asking such a personal question. But then, within the leaves, everything was revealed.

Caren's eyes flicked towards the leaves briefly, before she looked up at him, and back down to his hands.

"If I can see it. If I was closer, I'm certain I could hear it more clearly."

It wasn't the most assuring thing, but lying, she thought, would harm him more in the long run. He might always suspect that she was doing so to be polite.

And while she might have fun teasing him under normal circumstances, there was a time and a place for that.

Caren offered her hand.

"But it might get worse if you attempt to burn this. You could injure, or kill us all-rather irresponsible, don't you think?"