Heather's sense of humor never departs entirely, so at the slightly-teasing compliment, the corners of her mouth quirk up, accompanied by a sort of dry chuckle.

"Thanks."

Fortunately, there doesn't... seem to be much else to say.

Not without going into more detail than Heather is frankly comfortable with at the moment. She just shrugs openly, hands spread.

"What you saw was... well, me, but... was the part of me that was hiding those memories. Keeping me safe from them. ... Till I needed them, basically..."

Except that it was ALSO the part of herself that thought that death would be the easiest way out... the easiest way to make sure the sun rose tomorrow, without having to suffer further...

But she'd just leave that part out. For now.