[ In the same way she finds the wolves fascinating, Ragna watches her with a mix of mild interest and... wistful nostalgia. The way she seems to fixate on things that any other person would consider perfectly mundane brings back the memories of his sisters, leading him to wonder if her past was similar in nature. He won't ask, of course, because he's not the type to pry into other people's traumas, but just the suspicion alone makes him feel oddly protective of the woman.

The comment about the dream catches him off guard, and Ragna blinks as his mind struggles to catch up. Oh yeah, that. On one hand, he probably owes her an apology for all that mess... on the other, he was kind of hoping they might never talk about it. ]

... Doesn't matter. Used to it or not, it shouldn't have happened. [ No, that's not quite right; he makes a brief pause, then corrects himself. ] I shouldn't have let that happen.

[ He knew all too well how Nu is, and how that whole scenario usually goes; that he didn't stop her sooner, or figured out a way to stop it from getting out of hand is entirely on him. It was his memory, and his responsibility. Not the first time he fucked that up. ]

So... what I'm trying to say is... [ He clears his throat awkwardly. God, why is this so damn hard─ ] ... Sorry.