He tries tell her that he's sure he will, but he doesn't quite make it that far after her encouraging assessment. The more he hears about it, the more of a mess he realizes he's in. Asking around is all he can do, and hope that he's not giving away something that puts him or Lorna in danger.

Emilia's people saved them, but he's no less of an outsider than he was before. He's in unique and extremely precarious position. Just thinking about manipulating some complicated political plot to help lower the pulse around here is daunting. He couldn't call how he dealt with it back home a roaring success, and there he at least understood all the sides.

When she wraps up the bread he finally warms up again. He catches her meaning with a grateful smile and nods; he's sure he's already taken up too much of her time.

"Thank you. I'm, ah...," he trails off, stumbling over his own thoughts until he meets her gaze and he lifts the bread. It does still smell remarkably good, even through the cloth. "We'll enjoy this. And if there's anything I can do to repay you, just let me know."

It's a blanket offer. They don't have their friends here, so every relationship matters. He's still unsure of a hell of a lot, but he'll do what he can to work with them.