Kire chuckled at his response. “I’d been craving that flatbread thing you fed me,” she said with a grin, though it vanished when she noticed him looking at her arm. She glanced down at it too, lips pursed as she listened to him. But then he asked [i]that[/i] question—inevitably, really—and she looked sharply up at him, going scarlet. Her right hand nestled on her lap, her left gripped the mattress as she debated what to tell him. 

“I don’t know, I-it must have been some hiccup with the Ring, or something. I had no control over it.” She winced, falling silent, not particularly convinced she lied all that well. “Okay. Just—don’t kick up a fuss over this, alright? And don’t tell Envy, please.” She tried to hold his gaze, but her eyes moved, instead, to look at the hearth. “Like I said, it wasn’t intentional at all,” she said, stalling, “it happened really fast: the monsters, the explosions. You know the portal thing takes concentration, even more so when I’m doing something dangerous as transporting a large amount of people.”

Her ears burned as she realized she’d run out of things to stall with. “Right after I transported them, I got knocked back by the force of the portal, towards another explosion and I-I-I thought of…you.” She glanced briefly at him as she said this. “Just that. I thought of you. And not seeing you again. It’s stupid, I know,” she added quickly.