[Even if he isn't a mind reader, his abnormal senses still grant him the faintest touch of feeling the hearts of those right beside him. Even if it's very faint, and he can't be absolutely sure, he can certain sense the discomfort coming from Ribbons.
He can't deny his own uncertainty. Despite that, he's different now. He shifts quietly, nodding a little to his next statement.]
She is always taking care of me. I am grateful for her assistance.
[Before anything else, while he has this rare chance, he needs to do what he must.] ... May I talk to you?