Maybe so. [She purses her lips. There was probably some conflict in his world. Maybe an illness. He's definitely from a prior era, though she couldn't say which for certain. It would be natural to expect an early death. You could say the same of her world, too.

Yet she has her reservations.]

I just don't think m-memories alone are reliable.

[Most of her lost years have returned to her, but it still comes in patches and threads. The full tapestry may never be recovered. At least she feels her rightful age again.]

Hmm? [She looks up to him quizzically. Cold?

Right. Oh. Shit, she shouldn't be — her arm twitches, but she doesn't unravel just yet. Only the soothing tea can be thanked for that.]

I'm sorry! I didn't, um. I w-wasn't thinking. [She does shrink a little, bow her head in shame, twist away.] It's chilly, b-but — if it's too revolting for you I'll move away. I'm sorry.

[She pauses.]

I'm not a slut.

[Just to be clear.]