[ It is not out of judgement, but for a moment, the natural sharpness to his voice cuts her. She fears it may be something of an accusation, and she isn't sure how to respond to it, so she remains silent again for a little longer, and a winter breeze tickles her face. ]

It is not something I meant to hide from you.

...Though I would have preferred it not to be broadcast to others, of course. [ Her journal sure kept her busy... ]