"I know what you mean, in a way." Cerise inclined her head slightly. "I lost my mère several years ago." Though she could not imagine losing her father as well.
She moved to sit on the couch, but shook her head, declining his offer. "No, that's alright. I'd rather... well, saying 'get it over with' sounds a bit harsh, but it is rather true, still." Besides, the less food she had in her system, the less likely she was to get sick if the vision was as strong as she suspected. "Is this the room where it 'appened?"