[ his answer makes things easy in a way her life has never been. the burden is gone, just like that. she blinks, adjusting to the lightness of her chest, surprised and out of sorts because it feels so obvious. why shouldn't the right solution be easy?

as her shoulders settle down, looser now, she presses her lips together into an almost smile. her lips don't quite turn up, but there's a softness about her, and appreciation and relief writ throughout her gaze.

for all his assurance means little — he's not quite an authority, after all, is he? — the act of taking that weight means a great deal. she has never shared that with anyone before. she doesn't feel the need to ask that he leave her name out of it, that poe and finn don't have to know what she did here. it is implicit in his offer to begin with. ]

Alright. [ she isn't absolving herself of responsibility. not entirely. but ... it buys her time to figure out how to do it. the mission can move forward, everyone fully informed. and it feels ... even. fair. balanced, though that feels like a tongue-in-cheek joke even thinking it. as she had spared him the scrutiny of the guard, he has spared her the scrutiny of the team. ]

We should set out in the morning, when there's light. That way the ogres ... [ then she looks up and around. they're clear of the fire now, but ... she realizes she hasn't seen this part of the city before. ] Where are we going?

[ thought that occurs to her only now: does he actually already have a room that h is going to right now because she will Leave. ]