Ilde doesn't answer immediately; not being sure of yes doesn't actually mean no, it's just this frustrating lack of clarity that she's...used to, with him. Making it up as she goes along means a lot of that, has meant a lot of that, and it feels like pushing and pulling and a step backward for every two forward when they get nearer and then slide apart somewhere on the inside.

It's stressful that way, though she wouldn't say so.

"If you think we are," she says, finally.