"It's fine," he said quietly, though he was still trying to process it. He should have known not to let himself trust too many people. He should have known. He had learned this during the first war, though he had been wrong and right at the same time about the concept, but he had certainly learned it.
"No. We can't be certain she is. I have a hard time believing such a sweet girl could be," he admitted to her. Then he looked up, listening to her words. He gave a small nod. It was the truth of the matter.