God, it hurts, for one blinding instant--she cries out against his shoulder, in a way unlike the others he must have known with the woman he's spoken of before, the woman who was before she was Leila--but then relents, and she's so intensely grateful it's almost overwhelming. If she goes through with trying to see into the past, she'll have to prepare herself thoroughly beforehand.

"It wasn't your fault," she tells him, barely audible over the rush of water. "It was theirs."