Her eyebrows furrowed together and she smiled a bit sadly, squeezing Rook's hand. Poor boy. He was thinking only like the raven. "In this part, you need to be thinking more like a man than a raven. It's utterly normal to live apart for a time or for one party to go back and forth - which is easier for you with the secret paths," turning his hand over, Mab gently rubbed the back of his hand with her free one.
"Take it slow. Make decisions as they come up. It's no good to worry about it when you don't even know if he's the one," Rook was putting too much into this before even having a conversation with the Toreador.