She shook her head slightly, "When they know you've the true Sight, everyone wants something. Especially those in power - but even your next-door neighbour comes calling." She certainly hoped it wouldn't be too much of an issue here. Yes, she could volunteer her abilities to find the key or something that would help them as a whole but quiet knocking on her door in the dead of night needed to be a thing of the true past.
Was that relief? She didn't probe. A person was entitled to their secrets, even as open as he seemed to be. She saw him as a gentle soul, perhaps even... Young. Not necessarily innocent - who was? But certainly young even if they were of a similar age. It was an impulse that drove her to reach out for his hand, to give it a brief, gentle squeeze.
"Not a Trelawney woman, you don't," she arched an eyebrow, turning the conversation to humor, "We're a matriarchy and we do the choosing."