Oh, this and that. Nothing you need to worry yourself over just now. Not that I'm being coy to spite you, just that it's not terribly relevant yet. When something comes of it, I'll make sure you and everyone else knows.

[If it's any consolastion, there's something in the shifting sensation of her mind that seems genuine enough about that much. If only because it would be more dangerous not to say something than to share - imagine if she died in the middle of her project? At least if she'd chatty about it, she knows the effort won't be wasted.

Ugh, what a bleak line of thought.]

I'm sorry, by the way. That he died. I know it isn't easy.

[She feels it too.]