[ Sebastian’s gaze stays on her as she starts to pck at her food, and it’s not quite intent, but he’s not missing details here. She’s clearly unnerved by something, and something major, at that, but she’s also not telling him. With how he knows Sieglinde, she would surely tell him immediately, but he knows that he can’t discount what two years could do. She can be more secretive and private, and that doesn’t bother him terribly. But he does get the impression that whatever he isn’t telling him isn’t quite about the past two years. It’s about his stay here, most likely.

He can be patient, though. He’s a creature that’s lived so long that it’s almost beyond human comprehension, so even if it takes a year to pull the truth out of her, it’s not long at all to him. So he seems to let it go, smiling with light, wry amusement. ]

Oh? You flatter me with your praise, Miss Sullivan. Perhaps that flattery is what brought me here?

[ He’s kidding, and they come to another junction where Sebastian goes right again. He seems to have some methodology for navigating the place. ]

Well, once we are done with this, I will cook you a feast, if you would like.