She nodded. His answer, albeit incredibly Noah-like in attitude, placated her for the time being. He was right, she supposed. Molly Abel would have lived. But he was courageous anyways, and did the right thing -- something she would have loved to see while she'd been alive, but something he never could quite pull off back then. It was disappointing at the time, but now? Well, at least he was growing; evolving as a person, and what not.
This was the hard part. There was so much more to say, but it was awkward with a go-between. And such a young one, at that. But it was the only way, and it could have been worse. So, she spoke her next question. It was quiet, but clear, even if it was left a little open ended. "Is he happy?"