It's not as if they've never talked before, and he's hardly saying much now, but it's still a bit overwhelming for Grace. She hasn't the first idea how to be helpful to him, and she wants to be. They've made some progress, worn away a little at the walls they'd grown so used to hiding behind, and she wants to continue that. It's just, most of what she's managed to say thus far has been about them, not herself, and there's still so little she knows about him. But she wants to.

This, though, she's not sure she'll ever understand, the same as she doubts she could even begin to get what he went through in the war. She knows a little bit, but not much, just enough to know it isn't something she's ever experienced or, please God, ever will.

"I only know a little," she says quietly. She wants to watch him, but she has the sense it wouldn't help, so she looks down at his lap instead. "I... I just wanted to know you were alright. There weren't a lot of details to be had." Truthfully, she didn't want to know them.