[So that's what's been preying on Caren's heart. It's hard to know what to say at first, so there's a pause]

...I've never seen you that way.

To me, you've always been a friend. You're sarcastic and guarded, but you're always thinking of others. You make tea and like making clothing. You tease people, but I know you care about them a lot. And you've always been so kind to me...

How does my view of you fit into all that? Are there conditions to your kindness towards me, Caren?