She makes a little high 'ngh' and presses her face into Remy's shoulder. Terribly enough, that sound is followed by a rueful, breathy laugh, muffled by his shirt. When she lifts her face, it's still with the ghost of that incredulous tremor in her voice.

"He was so nice."

She takes a step back, and away, but reaches for Remy's hands in the same interval, so apparently she intends for him to accompany her to wherever she's headed in the house. "It's not as though he was never kind to me, but it was this guileless niceness, in a way. He's himself, of course. It's no alternate universe where he's mysteriously defanged. But he was so hurt by what had happened to him, and trying so hard not to push me away."