Exactly. He doesn't have to divulge off-screen details in order. Sometimes we only get the information/context he has at the time in the story. It happens A LOT. It's the reason he's an unreliable narrator in a technically reliable way.
SPOILERS
Ex: Stapes is innocent in the Maer's poisoning, but Kvothe was 110% sure he was guilty. And Kvothe never once considered that a thoughtful servant would be tending to the birds. Why didn't he just out-right tell the reader that Stapes was doing that all along? He has that knowledge in the Waystone, afterall.
Simple. The drama of a well crafted story. It wouldn't as be fun if he told us that Stapes was innocent up front and had replacing the birds all along. It'd deeper though. He's leaving time-stamped, out of context, Easter eggs at points that will be linked to their context in book 3.
WMF Ch73, Blood and Ink IN THE THEOPHANY:
TECCAM writes of secrets, calling them painful treasures of the mind. He explains that what most people think of as secrets are really nothing of the sort. Mysteries, for example, are not secrets. Neither are little-known facts or forgotten truths. A secret, Teccam explains, is true knowledge actively concealed. Philosophers have quibbled over his definition for centuries. They point out the logical problems with it, the loopholes, the exceptions. But in all this time none of them has managed to come up with a better definition. That, perhaps, tells us more than all the quibbling combined. In a later chapter, less argued over and less well-known, Teccam explains that there are two types of secrets. There are secrets of the mouth and secrets of the heart. Most secrets are secrets of the mouth. Gossip shared and small scandals whispered. These secrets long to be let loose upon the world. A secret of the mouth is like a stone in your boot. At first you’re barely aware of it. Then it grows irritating, then intolerable. Secrets of the mouth grow larger the longer you keep them, swelling until they press against your lips. They fight to be let free. Secrets of the heart are different. They are private and painful, and we want nothing more than to hide them from the world. They do not swell and press against the mouth. They live in the heart, and the longer they are kept, the heavier they become. Teccam claims it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart. Any fool will spit out poison, he says, but we hoard these painful treasures. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them. Modern philosophers scorn Teccam, but they are vultures picking at the bones of a giant. Quibble all you like, Teccam understood the shape of the world.
Why have this in the book? It seems like it's the logic on how to keep a secret without technically lying.