[Somnus's delivery is simply a statement of fact. Even so, Rinea's instinct is to defend Berkut--he wasn't in his right mind, it was a fluke, a mistake borne of grief-- but she stops herself, fingers curling and uncurling on Somnus's arm. Even putting aside any personal stakes, would it not be cruel to excuse a man to the face of a person he only just assailed?]

That... is true. [She still manages to sound a little unsure about it. Is she allowed to say as much? That she was hurt?]

But even if I've been pained so... Even if there is something I should learn from this, from curses and fae trials... I do not wish to stop. Trusting in people, I mean.

[Rinea takes in a breath, finally brave enough to look back up at Somnus's face.]

Do you find that foolish?