[ For Kana, it was knowing how to ride a bike, but not remembering where she had gone to; for Rakka, it was knowing how to sing but never recalling any song--
But for Reki it was a kiss, but no memory of anyone she has given it to.
She doesn't fight the touch, but she does glance to the side briefly -- pondering her answer and probing at a memory that doesn't exist. ] You steal the words right out of my mouth, you know?
[ She does note their difference in height, and thus Reki takes the liberty in using her free hand to hold onto Cross' shoulder, and try to go on tiptoe -- as much as the sand would allow -- to meet Cross halfway. ]