She studies him across the table for a few long moments, as if sizing him up all over again. She doesn't really need to; she decided a long time ago he was trustworthy. And more than just worth her trust, but that she was also willing to give it.

But actual forward movement toward that, a definite move to tell herself that yes, she does trust him, will trust him... well. Is it time?

She smiles at him, warm as ever, but sad around the edges. "No, not really. I think the place is starting to eat at me, a little."

...Apparently, it's time.

"But I'm sure it'll pass. So tell me about this trouble you came looking for."