[Whether it's because a fragment of her will always question him, or because she herself would say the same while doing just the opposite, doubts fly around in her mind over the truthfulness of his words. But she nonetheless nods after a second, before ducking her head back down to the laundry in front of her and giving in to another silent gulp that doesn't loosen the knot in her throat much at all.
There's only accepting it for now, and keeping watch, until she sees something shout out otherwise. Though she has no idea how she could lift the weight on him, she does know that regardless of the past, she wouldn't be able watch someone close to her suffer under it and do nothing]