Something in Reinette's smile only seeked to widen his own. It was warm, and he couldn't pin reason to it, but whatever it was he was glad that it had been caused.

It made him feel a little less tired.

But as she spoke he thought, and as he thought he very nearly worried.

He shook his head as he looked at her, but was utterly honest with her too. "I don't have a plan," he said, looking slightly lost. Because he didn't, no plan, no idea of what he ought to do. No adventure or direction, and he always tried to have that. There was always something.

"There's just me. Just here."

And his tone hinted perhaps that he was unsure if that was enough.