She merely nods at Gale. The frown doesn't have anything to do with being sad. And she's hesitant to call how he seems angry. Perhaps displeased would be accurate. Whatever it was she didn't think it was a bad reaction them specifically.

There's a moment where she tenses at the idea of sharing just how compromised their memories are. It isn't something she really likes sharing or talking about. It's enough to suffer the gaps and blank spaces on their own. At least the tribe is all on the same page with their memories. As much as she would like to know where she came from or remember being a child, telling people outside the tribe feels wrong.

She smiles a little at the touch. Her fingers responding in kind. She understands that look, the feelings behind it. They'd survived the loss of a lot of comrades. Embryon and not. They were each others constants since they joined their first tribe together.

She lets out a slow breath. "Feelings. We didn't always have feelings or only had very basic understanding before memories started coming back."