[As with everything that day, this had been much more to process.] Unless you're an Ascian or what have you, I should be able to trust your word well enough. [There was a small edge to that. He believed her clearly, but these things also all sat outside of belief.]

As much as I would call the Warrior of Light a friend, he did not write much to me. I anticipate he was too busy with his other obligations. I suppose that is my curse in choice of friends... Between Estinien and him.

[He let out a small sigh, recalling the dinner conversation, imagining this tiny woman in the place of his familiar friend.] Nay, do not fret. 'Tis flights of fancy and dreaming that pull us through the hardest parts.

[Despite his better judgement, he tucks inside this room, confident that he can defend himself if it comes to it as he surveys the room.]