For himself, Shiro considers propping up the wall, but decides to sit on the edge of the bed for now. Some Garrison therapist would probably read way too deeply into that, but there's no therapist here now. Just him and the princess.

He nods in answer to her question, speaking softly, with that hint of weariness he'd only displayed regarding Ulaz. "Yes. That's right. I can help you differentiate, if you'd like me to, but honestly I'm not entirely certain that we'll keep these memories when we return home. Still. That, at least, I can help with."

He resists the urge to cross his arms. Which wouldn't really work anyway, under the circumstances. "The other question is, how much of what happened between your memories and mine do you want to know? Your future might be very similar, but you might also make a different decision that I know nothing about. Do you want to risk it?"

He watches her steadily, not challenging or demanding, but patient. Waiting for her decision.