[ She absorbs that information with a soft breath, before setting her teacup down and reaching across to squeeze his hand. ]

So it was still very fresh, when you encountered him in the dream, then. [ That suddenly places a lot more context on his state of mind right now.

Sadness flickers across her face, because the implications in what he doesn't say aren't lost on her either. ]

A betrayal like that... it's not an easy thing to recover from. And worse, the fact that he used you as his instrument for it... [ That bastard. Now she wished she had set him on fire. ]