Mal wasn’t about to ask Rory to reveal any deep, dark secrets. Sure, they were friends, but by no means were they close enough to share quiet things like that. She understood. Generally speaking, she wasn’t a terribly private person, but there were some things, some sad things, that people didn’t want the whole world knowing. People, generally speaking, were private beings. She was sure, as nice as he was, that Rory was no exception. “Actually, that’s not true. One of my cousins is hydrophobic and the beach definitely doesn’t relax her,” she chuckled. “Regardless, I’m sorry I interfered with that with all the snow,” she chuckled softly, looking around and smiling. As curious as she was, Rory was her friend and she didn’t want to pry.
She turned her eyes downward when Rory agreed with her suspicion that she wasn’t just a manifestation of his subconscious. She should probably want to know as many details about that as possible, but she really didn’t. Okay, well, maybe she did, but she wasn’t sure she was prepared for the answer. “Maybe there’s a reason that I mysteriously ended up here.” The how, she did-and-didn’t want to know, but she was firm under the belief that everything happened for a reason, so the why, she was definitely curious about.