Not a big question if you know the answer. Cora's thoughts remained politely silent as she watched him mentally struggle. She didn't blame or begrudge him in the slightest for teetering on the fence of uncertainty with his life. Such was the way of most people, until one thing or another pushed them to pick one side.
It was his honesty that really made her smile. Even if it was vague, she knew without a doubt that he spoke the truth. Whatever Nikolai's misgivings about his initial visit to this place, he was expressing a heartfelt effort in the face of insecurity. The way Cora looked at him then was similar to the way she would comfort one of her brood, nervously preparing to leave the Den.
"She is proud of you, then," Cora spoke with all the finality of a priest at the Benedictine. There was no doubt in her mind, the same as she knew Victor beamed at her as he lingered with the spirits of all their ancestors. She did not, however, linger on the subject--it could be painful, even for her.
"I'd be happy to arrange time for you and your cousin should you want to make a donation," she said, smiling cordially. "Though unless there was something else you needed that's more pressing, I'm afraid I have to get back before the Horde revolts."