She seemed to nod sympathetically; she'd been like him, once. Ignorant to the outside world, her head filled with stories from one source only. But she'd worked to rectify that, realizing that she needed more experience to truly comprehend the desires and thoughts in her own head.
"It might be time to step outside their protective embrace, hm? Or you can stay. No one would fault you for that." They just might be disappointed. It was clear there was something cracking in this soldier, though whether it was something planted by Issan or merely struck wider was something she couldn't wholly discern. It didn't matter either way; she wasn't here to sow discord among the ranks. It might help her in the long run, but this was merely a by-blow of a larger operation.
"Don't fret," she continued. "Your secret is safe with me. If there is a secret at all, that is." Her hands smoothed over her skirt for a moment, as though looking for something to do. "I'm sure you're well aware that such talk is greatly disliked by our esteemed leaders. But you seem to have the words down pat. I only wish I could act half as well as you." She smiled again, teasing.
"You know, one good remedy my mother always suggested for insomnia was a warm glass of milk. Maybe the galley would be willing to put something together?" The joking remark seemed to imply that their conversation was past expiration.