She, of all people, may understand best the importance of things that need to be hidden from cameras. Things that need to be defended at all costs from the prying eyes of the uninitiated, the people who won't understand. So she nods and understands that that trust is a gift, and when he gives her his secrets she'll respect the gravity of them.

"Me too." She grabs a tablecloth, moth-eaten as it is, to make a sort of bed from. And she lays down, wondering what things will emerge from the mists to ally with or threaten them.