Had Momo been in the right mind, she never would have said what came out of her mouth next.

"Had our worlds been the same, you and I may have met much sooner and under far less favorable circumstances. But that is neither here, nor there, and my understanding is that you are not what you once were, Blessed Wind." Momo paused then, realizing she'd said far too much. "My apologies. I know far more about you than I should given my association with one of your knights. I will not speak of any of that again. Please, forgive me."

Sighing, she went to set down her fork so she could get her water, pausing just before releasing the utensil upon feeling Raine's piercing gaze. "Stop that," she said quietly to the half-elf. "I am nearly a century and a half in existence, Raine. If I do not wish for food, you cannot force it on me. Be thankful I see the logic in your argument." She looked up. "Holding a glass is not easy in my other hand." With a slight raising of her left hand to remind Raine there was a cast one it, the shinigami released the fork and took up her glass.