"How can I trust her? I don't know her. But... I want to. Know her, and trust her." This admission was made in almost a whisper, her hands clasped tightly around her cold teacup, her eyes bright and pleading, please tell me I am not being a fool.
"It is why I wanted to talk to you. I thought that you might... understand the situation better than most. And I did not think you would immediately call me foolish." Even if she was perhaps a bit of a fool for even contemplating such a thing. "I am thinking of telling her yes. She will want a decision soon. I think everyone will know of her return..." tomorrow "very soon. I ought to have talked to her prior but... I had to be certain." And in the end, she was very young, and inexperienced, and yes, foolish. How could she know that she had made the correct choice? She could only pray.