Her honesty was not that surprising; they had known each other as children, and that forged the sort of foundation that made for some more latitude, when it came to social divides. It was the same sort of reason why Xavier had been of any help at all to Master Beau. Any help at all - not much.
And so her honesty bolstered his own, and he told her, genuinely, his voice a little quieter for the truth of it, "I wish I could've done more."
Master Beau hadn't been doing all that well, and Xavier hadn't been able to do very much.