The memory comes immediately rushing to the surface. Just with the little he's given. The garden. He feels his stomach drop. It's clear the way his gaze is drawn away from Emet and seems to almost drift off somewhere unreachable.

"I see." That's all he can manage at the moment.

"Well. Perhaps the image will become more clear with time." A part of him hopes not. At one point he would have liked to show him this. The affection. The love. Now though, there is a piece that fears the risk. He has rarely feared rejection. Only elsewise from Dimitri, and that is... a whole other can of worms.

He shakes himself of it though, and goes back to his self-appointed duty of looking after Emet.