She tenses but doesn’t flinch away as he draws near, aiding her head to meet his gaze briefly, before looking away again. “Oh... it was a month or so ago.” Which doesn’t really answer the question, she supposes. She drops her hands to grasp them behind her back, expression sad and a touch ashamed.

“I... have a certain ability that can sometimes hurt people if they touch me. I accidentally hurt someone and they lashed out against the ability—not me.” She’s quick to clarify that. She, herself, was never the target, she understood that. “But I ended up getting hurt in the process. It’s—alright. I’m used to it.”

Yuri glances at him again, apologetic. “I’m sorry for worrying you even more.”