"It's not fine," she says, with a hint of protest in her tone. "I get the idea you're someone really important to me, and I should know who you are."
"It'll come to you," you say, reassuringly. "You have enough on your mind as it is. I can't in good conscience be a contributing factor to your stress levels..."
"All right, fair enough, I suppose." she says. You give her a hug and proceed for the stairs.