[ It isn't that she disliked his temper or that she found it unattractive. Everyone had one, even someone as happy-go-lucky as Raphael. To someone to be happy all the time, to never lose their temper was a ridiculous notion. And in some roundabout way, it would feel like trying to pressure him back into whatever mask he tried to wear back at the Academy.

Sylvain is right of course. She doesn't want to talk about the cold, frigid dark that had crept along her vision before dragging her under. Talking about her nightmares also feels like contributing to a cloud of gloom and guilt that she feels responsible for bringing into the loft. ]

No. [ Her admission is soft, almost shameful. But she's already made her decision to bring it up. Going back wouldn't help convince him to talk to Claude. ] But I will. I just...didn't think it felt like the right time. You and Claude were already doing so much and then we ended up coming here which was terrifying at first. But I knew I could do it if you two were here. And I knew that you two would listen if I was ready. When I'm ready. 

[ Her eyes flutter closed as she sighs before opening again. ]

The point I'm trying to make is - how is that any different from what happened to you? It was in the past. But here you are telling me that I should talk about it. We're worried about you as much as you're worried about me.