That it is— and I pulled you away from your work, at that.

[He won't ask her anything further about the memory, just as she had not pressed about his. Better to let her collect herself, to keep what is private her own, and perhaps to give this place a wide berth for a short bit.

The fact remains, however, that they had found something quite special, coming here. Unwelcome memories and voices would not change that.]

I remember the way back well enough, or could simply port us somewhere closer to the elevator, though— we're still quite small, I'm afraid.