Enya opened her mouth.
Then immediately closed it.
Opened it again.
"I - okay, so, the thing is -" She gestured vaguely, like the answer was somewhere in the air between them and she just had to grab it. "I figured you'd mess up, right? Because - well, you're... You, and the vials were - but that's not why I -"
She stopped. Frowned at the ground. Tried again.
"The fruit was already - I'd been growing it before I left, actually, because I thought maybe - not that I knew you'd -" She exhaled hard through her nose. "Okay, I can't - I don't know how to say this without it sounding too-"
"Enya." Raizen's voice was flat. He sighed.
"It doesn't matter."
She blinked.
"Seriously" he said. "It's fine. You helped. Thank you." He looked at her - still in her combat gear, still slighylu damp, still standing under a tree in the middle of the night like this was a completely normal thing to be doing. "But isn't your dad worried? Really, now."
