She's quiet for a long moment, her hand slipping itself from his to rest against the middle of his chest, eyes still on the ground. Her throat works for a moment before she answers, "I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't know." Her fingers curl against his chest as she finally looks up, lips twitching. "But... he's not dead, and according to him, he didn't die. That would be what, thirteen years he didn't come back?" She shakes her head slowly, eyes going back to the ground. "There's something about him, I don't know..."

She huffs an uncomfortable, humorless laugh and tries to draw her hand away. "Or maybe I'm just jealous."