[ It's almost bitter-sweet, she notices, the honest responses Rosella has to things as opposed to fabricating something so convincingly that one can't tell fact from fiction.

But it's working against her, really, and Megumi would usually understand awkwardness and try to be a little more gentle with things. But this is so important to her that it's suffocating her to not get to the point, and as Rosella rambles, her expression shifts into an incredulous one. At first she wonders what she's talking about, until it strikes her. The school curse-- that's right!

She honestly doesn't expect her to believe that she believes she's talking about that! The way Megumi slowly moves her cups to her side, letting them levitate away from her and settle on the table ought to tell Rosella that her rambling has not thwarted her from her original intent, and moves her hands over her lap. There's no disappointment in her actions, only a sense of understanding as she watches her. ]

You told me enough on your own, Rosella.

[ Her voice soft, she extends a hand to touch the back of Rosella's holding her cup, her expression becoming somewhat quiet. ]

Your recent-most confession on the network wasn't filtered. I saw everything, and there's no reason to hide it luv.

[ A small, assuring smile appears on her lips. ]

I'm afraid you're not a very good liar, so while your attempt at shifting the subject was decent... It still brings me to the very same point I began this conversation with.

[ The smile fades, her eyes locking with Rosella's now. ]

I'm glad you told him... I'm glad that in this City, there are still people willing to push forward and reach out to those they connect with.

[ She gently squeezes her wrist. ]

I'm glad it was you, who told him, Rosella.