[ He listens quietly, face carefully blank as she speaks, and takes a sip of tea before he responds. He doesn't look away, even when she does, so his gaze is placid, calm when she raises her eyes again. ]

He must have trusted you very much, to have told you what we did. I am not him, in all the ways I do not have the knowledge or memory of what you've done together. I am, though, someone who would likely have made the same choices if I was so faced with them. [ He finally softens, then, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as his lips twitch up into the slightest of smiles. ]

Thank you.