I wouldn't speak so soon.

[Mimicking that sigh, Sycamore runs - or more accurately, drags - his hands through his hair, still refusing to look anywhere near Lysandre's eyes.]

I'm sorry, I just...I can't. I just can't. I promise it's nothing that you need to be concerned about, okay? I'm not in any danger, I just...I stay at home, I deal with it, and once the triple moon is over I forget about it.

[You know, like all this forgetting right here!]

It's just Iris nonsense.