She hears him walk away, only to start fussing around in the kitchen. For her? For him? She's not sure, but it's impossible to put it out of her mind. At least it gives her a moment to try and clear her head. Up until she hears him call out about the picture.

She stiffens a little again, this time glancing back at the picture on her bedside table.

She takes a deep breath. "No, I brought it in here."