"True," Ziio admitted. There was validity present in his words. She never asked, because it hadn't mattered to her. It still didn't, in the moment they shared together, so why had she asked?

Curiosity, she told herself. There is nothing wrong with being curious.

"And now I know. And I do happen to like yours as well." Because he deserved that. If he could be so open with her, it wasn't going to kill her to be at least a teeny, tiny, little bit more open with him.