Sable takes a step back and looks down at the key. Her expression is somewhere between happy and thoughtful. Soren is not a traveller like she is. She knows it may mean something different to him to do this than it would mean to someone from her kind of life.
She looks up into his face, closing her hand around the key.
"Tell me," she says quietly, "in your words, thoroughly and simply, exactly what you're asking."