Karla pondered that for a few moments, trying to make sense of it all. "Tell me to back off and I will," she started. She understood the value of privacy more than many. "But I'm just trying to make sure I understand. When you say 'memories,' you don't mean the occasional picnic or Windsol with the family, right? You mean something more akin to whole personalities, with their memories intact? Strong enough memories to take you over? And to experience my memories, you made yourself vulnerable to them?"

Karla could kind of grasp what Leto was saying, mostly because of some of the conversations she'd had with Jon. Still, this was a whole new level. Hellfires, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful. Karla couldn't even imagine what that might have done to her web. But she couldn't deny a sense of relief knowing that it hadn't been her Craft that failed.

"I appreciate you telling me. Is...there a reason you must carry such a burden? And no ways to make that burden less...burdensome?"

Not that Karla was going to volunteer to take care of that or anything. She was asking out of pure nosiness. She most certainly did not help random males out of the goodness of her heart, or anything nice like that. However, that didn't mean she couldn't think about ways to do so. In a kind of thought-experiment kind of way.