There is a smile that crosses her lips - restrained, almost tired, the marks of the perpetual running the gauntlet that such lives leave on another person visible, like a glimpse of the sky from a ship's porthole below deck.

"You say these things as if I'm supposed to consider them less reasonable than they are, like it's not grace you're extending yourself to a new soul. I rather expected suspicion and vague hostility from just showing up today, well intentioned folk or not. Peace instead is...unusual." Which might say much about where she's been. "And if I did something to warrant your wrath, then I deserve the form it takes."

Breaking her in half or otherwise.

"I'd...like to consider you a friend as well. Even if we are headed directly into the weeds to start."

Name a day, name a place. She'll make her way there to listen.