[He has to swallow his own questions as he joins her at the table, fifty things at least rattling around in his brain. Incomplete equations aren't something he's used to, or particularly likes, but the calm air about Saber mute them just enough. No amount of uncertainty is worth risking this easy quiet. He'll remind himself every minute if he must.]
[He's half hungry for once, food having seemed less important these last days than other matters, and so he eats in silence for a few long moments. His ten thousand questions fade to a dull murmur, a strange serenity.]
[But there is something he can show her, isn't there? He clears his throat and pulls his sword from his belt, holding it out for her perusal.] I think you saw the beginning of this.