[ Kainé snorts a similar half-laugh, somewhere between amused and wistful. She really appreciates Anna's contrition. The seriousness with which she takes her feelings. Especially when Kainé does such a rotten job of indicating what those feelings might be, usually on purpose.]

Shit, you're right, you're shady as fuck. [ She huffs an actual laugh now. ] But really, you... don't have to blame yourself. That Pthumerian bitch already put you— us, through enough shit. You gave me a chance. I haven't gotten a lot of those. You made some half-feral basket-case yelling at her memories a part of your life. [ It's funny. They still can't stop each other entirely from self-disparagement. You can't fix that so easily. ] You— Look, I really owe you.

[ Kainé sighs softly as Anna kisses her knuckles, pressing closer into the crooks of her body. ]

Yeah... Someday. And you tell me about you, too.

[ But not right now. It's been intense enough tonight, enough sharp edges and exposed nerves. It's been good to open up, but she already feels terribly exposed. That explosion of emotion has left her even more tired than the sex has. With extreme reluctance, she extricates herself from Anna, sits up and stretches. ]

I'm going to wash off. Ah... [ How exactly does one ask for permission to sleep in the same bed without immediately combusting? ]