It was good that he didn't suggest such a thing. Nothing good would have come of Rogue imagining anyone in pain, let alone the people who had done those things to her. It wasn't in her nature to seek revenge, to hurt other people, and trying even just to imagine it would have taken her down a very dark path.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and let it slowly, the sound of the exhale shaking as she tried to get her nerves under control. "I'm trying," she admitted in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. "I know they can't hurt me anymore, I do. I'm trying to get past it."

Another breath before she turned more fully, finally looking at him, meeting those strange and beautiful eyes that she'd missed so desperately while gone, even when she'd thought him nothing more than a figment of her imagination. The eye contact didn't last long, though - she pulled away again, standing and running her hands through her hair. She needed to move, to do something other than sit there and try not to cry.

"I need to...," she started, then shook her head. "I think I'm gonna go make some tea."