Kire sighed. “No,” she said; while Ruli toyed with the bread, she was still eating. “No, I haven’t. But,” she sighed again, stuffing a larger piece of bread into her mouth, taking her time with it. “But, to be clear, I’m not expecting anything. And I have two or three centuries left to get over it, anyway,” she joked, though hearing it out loud only made it sound rather sad. “I know you don’t understand it. Would you rather I stayed away?”