["It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Sheryl's expression flits across a number of emotions. Confusion, a lack of understanding. Worry. Her hand comes up to Alto's forehead, pushing the hair off his face.] Don't act so weird and then tell me it's nothing... [She murmurs, trailing off.

But it's Alto. She trusts him.] If it's something important that you remember, you can tell me. All right? I won't be angry.

[She'll try not to be.]