The ripples distort her face underneath increasingly pink water, blood soaking off her skin and staining the bath. He looks far away and unreal through that, smoke rising strange and jagged, and it feels like something best left unexamined that he's allowed to be here, still, now. Everything more complex than yes or no is something Ilde considers best left unexamined and that, as well, is something she doesn't think too hard about.

Maybe this would make more sense if she did.