[ She closes the door behind them, following him inside by the hand. ]

You don't think, maybe, he might tell you more? If it's ten years, and you're not yet a decade older.... [ She's grasping for some thread of hope, but her tone sounds as if she knows it's a weak one. From the sound of it, the "barebones" is all he's going to get.

Eventually, she settles upon the edge of the bed. Her other hand goes to her own crystal, and her head bows. ] It's--.... just so strange to me, how he doesn't seem to trust his own Chosen more.