She isn't entirely sure why she was able to tell Alfred so easily. Maybe it's because the memories are still fresh in her mind, or maybe it's because she feels like she can talk to him. The former makes more sense, whereas the latter is liable to confuse her even more than she already is. She'd spent years carefully crafting a tough, mean girl persona that would keep her from getting hurt.

Something she can feel breaking and crumbling even now, far away from the lake. She had tried to shove everything down, to pretend that nothing happened. The gentle squeeze Alfred gives her hand both comforts her and makes her tear up again, and she has to wipe them away quickly before they fall. "...Thank you. You don't need to say that you're sorry, but thank you."

Cora's gaze flickers briefly to the injuries on his neck again when he says that he'd escaped from something terrible as well, hesitating. "Is that where you --" She stops, nodding at the scabs weakly. "We should really take care of those. There must be some kind of first aid around here."