[ She appreciates a good sneeze guarding technique when she sees it - good job there, Red.

Seing the smile falter before the question is what prompts honesty - that, and that honesty has been their bread and butter for a while now, and she trusts Red, and likes her, and if she tells her about what's been on her mind since running into Wrathion in the hot springs, she won't mind the judgement. ]

This place. I mean, not the inn, just - this world, you know? The people I met here, the friendships - I wished I'd remember them when I go home. [ She falters, hesitates, and scratches at her cheek a little, rubs the back of her neck. Facepalms.

Muffled by said palm: ] You must think that's dumb.