There's still wine remaining in her glass, but she sets it aside to take his without hesitance. If he's looking for weakness, for uncertainty—at least as far as her feelings for him go—he'll find none.

But he is dodging the question.

"I should hope so," she says instead, trying for encouraging. She wants, needs to know what's been done, and what will come, needs to know how she can prepare for the inevitable fallout, how to protect herself, protect him, and everyone else around her. But... she can't force it out of him. Not the way he asked her to before.

"So..."