Re: log: cat, matt, emily
[Her? Dangerous? Perish the thought. She didn't feel as he did. Oh, she knew she'd known him in that dacha on the other side of the world. She even had a fairly strong supposition about their relationship in that place. It wasn't memory, precisely, but it was something tangible, even in her gapped memory. He was real, and whatever they'd experienced was real, and that? Was enough. For now.
As long as he didn't try to kill her. Which, for what it was worth, would have come as little surprise. She wouldn't even blame him for it, and didn't that same something all by itself?
She walked in silence, and then the nodded toward the clearing that held the old manor in its arms.] There.
[If she caught the trip in his voice? She didn't mention it.] I don't know how she was burned. All I know? Is it happened on the train. [She didn't move toward the front door. Habit. Instead? She walked around and knocked on the rear entrance.]