[ It's the contrast between the softness of the moment and how he utterly drags her that sparks a soft, offended little squeak. Riley's feathers puff up a bit as she fights to keep from pouting. ]

You're one to talk! And I was- it was 'cause she'd know, okay? [ Ah... Those ruffled feathers flatten, because they're talking about it again. About what she did. ] She knows me better than anyone, if...I even looked at her, she'd figure me out.

[ And then, she'd really lose her for good. That's what Riley thought. They've established that's what Riley thought. ]

...Maybe it would've been...better, if she did.