That head moved ever so slightly in a nod, she knew he was right. "I think it helped our friendship," she admitted, the adjustment was going to be painful, but worth it. She still had her best friend after everything was said and done.
Following after him into the walled kitchen garden, she picked at a loose thread on her sweater. His question shouldn't have surprised her, she had been so vague, yet there she was. Surprised. Slender shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, eyes lifting from where they'd been inspecting the loose thread to meet his gaze. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm utterly oblivious to the world around me," she finally admitted. "We're still good, right? Things.. Aren't changing?" she asked, maybe a touch nervously, picking at that thread again.