[She laughs a little, even as she contemplates what he might be implicating with his words. She suspects that it could... very well be... envy. Of what, she doesn't know. She won't ask either, in spite of the curiosity that's roiling within her.

Shaking her head, she issues a soft sigh.]

I thought we already agreed we were going to. Unless you just want to hear me say it over and over again. Which I mean, I can.

[Rinoa grins as she weaves her hands together.] But that aside, is there anything I can do for you? I could read to you or something. Tell you stories? Something to let you relax since you're still recovering.