[Her eyes search downward at-- er, what would normally be the ground, but she's sort of surrounded at the moment, so she settles for turning slightly to search for answers in Pounce's fur. She finds none, as expected.]

That's what I'm afraid of. Even knowing that, I-- it feels a little underhanded. I always thought I shouldn't do that, especially not to-- [One's moirail. But he doesn't count as her moirail anymore.] ... to him.

[She shakes her head slightly.]

You're right, though.

[There's a brief, heavy sort of silence, then,]

I always sort of thought it was a fluke. That we were friends in the first place, I mean. [Much less anything more than that.]