[ Even with the teasing lilt, that certainly doesn't stop her delving down a rabbit hole of what if scenarios – but it does slow the thoughts down briefly. She gives him a click of her tongue. ]

And you say that you aren't smart.

[ Her words are softened with the faintest of affectionate smiles before she turns her head back around so that he can continue his work. Turning around serves another purpose though: it hides the lamenting expression on her face and the way she worries her lower lip. ]

I know it isn't me. But I haven't really felt like me lately.

[ It felt like pieces of her had been dislodged over the course of several months and instead of doing something about it she had tried to patch them up with stickers and bright things that would distract her from that fact. ]

...I don't know what to do about it.