[ The apology catches her off guard, leaving her looking his way, brow furrowed just enough to wrinkle her forehead. ]

I wasn't holding it against you. What you remember or forget, it's fine either way.

[ Lute leans against her thigh, and she reaches out, resting a hand on his head. ]

Just so you know. It's not something I'd hold against you.

[ This all said in the face of the aggressively cheerful demeanor, because her gears don't share the same switch. ]