Mallia stayed quiet, simply raising a hand to her chin, not quite playing with her lower lip as she considered, eyes falling down further to the flowers she'd used to summon the phantoms.

Softly, "I don't quite remember it," she admitted. "I don't recall much, from those days. It was so very long ago."

She seemed plenty calm, at least, even if her attention was now a bit elsewhere, her expression unreadable again. "But it does feel correct." She looked to Mal, trying to give some hint of a smile. "I wasn't always this skilled, at maintaining my appearance."

Ah, self-deprecating humor....