"I suppose there's a lot going on at the moment," Rook observed--both back home and whatever was going on here, that made it difficult to think too much about the future, feelings, anything beyond The Next Steps. Because she was afraid he was still hesitating, afraid, maybe, to hurt her or cause her grief, she leaned across the table and laid her hand on his wrist, squeezing gently. "Lucanis. It's okay. Whatever it is, whatever happened, it's okay." She could handle it. Had to be able to handle it.