"Wh-- what?" That splutter of shocked indignity? Your fault, young lady. "I don't not-- it's not a question of trusting in love but in people. And yourself. Love can carry other beasts on its back. Like-- like loneliness, or doubting.

"I don't know either of you well enough to pass judgment on whether you're-- good for each other. So I'll just assume you are. Doesn't mean loving a wanderlust man doesn't carry possibilities." Lee would never tell her 'don't do that', but it doesn't mean she's not nosey enough to suppose the what-ifs.

She snorts and scrubs a hand at her temple. "Good-- luck, alright? That's all."