Glancing toward Winter, Aris nods in confirmation but makes no attempt to fill in the name for her. With Tybalt leaning against him and asking the same question, he doubts the recognition that's attempting to take root in his mind. That can't be right. If it were, Tybalt would see it too.

"...Yeah! During the Leap Day festival," he explains, "But we had the masks. So...who knows? You know? That was sorta the point." And the reason that he'd been willing to speak so freely. The same was probably true for her and the idea that figuring this out might reveal her identity makes him feel guilty in a way that he can't quite articulate. Even if she seems to have figured him out.

Willing himself to push that thought down, he steps away from Tybalt and pushes one of the crutches he's been carrying since the infirmary (an awkward weapon is better than no weapon!) under the boy's arm in place of him and smiles with ease he doesn't feel. "...Anyway! We should look around. Right?"