Raine didn't flinch at the force of his questions, but she went carefully blank, smoothing over the little wells she'd made in her fruit as if that would help. Well, she had been pushing on purpose, after all. "I doubt very much that it's something you enjoy. Nor do I believe you'd linger in this state willingly, no." She shook her head briefly, as if that would clear it. "However, it's been-- what, four months? And while you've certainly healed physically, in this respect you seem... not much changed."

She grimaced then, breaking that facade, and there was something of self-deprecation in it. "My apologies," she added. "I-- there's an element of selfishness to this as well, I suppose. It may be that you are best left to your own devices, to find your own solution. However, I can't pretend it doesn't pain me somewhat, seeing you-- lost. And if so long alone has failed to bring you any solution..."

Raine turned one hand over, palm-up. Sighed a little, at the fruit juice beaded on her fingertips as much as the entirety of the situation. "You're not alone," she said simply. "That's all."