Whether any of the words Octavia landed on would actually help... remained to be seen. Her voice had gone a little flat, by the time she spoke again. "You've processed things," she said, slowly. "And that's great for you."

She meant it, despite the mildness.

She speared some food with the fork. Kept her eyes on it. "But it doesn't change the fact that you turned away from that part of me, years ago. And now you come back and you're talking about tying you up, or playfighting you into submission, and... you don't know who you're talking to, anymore."