It was different, (she agrees, still fidgeting but with less fervor than before as she starts to calm down. Talking about it helps, it always does. Why does she forget this until after she's picked the skin around her nails, bitten the insides of her cheeks?) It — threw me off, that's all.

(It felt like an argument, something she tries to avoid, but she couldn't sit by and listen to him say those things about her friends. Gwënaelle, too, came under fire; it was uncomfortable.)

Thank you Cedric. (She smiles somewhat jerkily and gathers her hair behind her neck as if to tie it off, though she has nothing to hand.) I promise I didn't come here to find you and say all of this. I was walking, and you were — thought I'd come to see if you are alright, too. Are you?