Oh, she hates this. It never feels good. It's not supposed to.

If she wants him to be honest about his feelings, he's giving her a taste of her own medicine in return; it takes an unpleasant bite of her tongue to not just tell him that thinks the way he says "okay" is condescending. Like he thinks she's said something stupid but is too polite to say that.

"Because you had enough to grapple with for one day," Sciel replies. "How much was I supposed to tell you?"

And he'll hate this one, but it's bloodletting, too.

"And I wanted him to tell you. He didn't tell Lune and I."