The plate is set aside, dusting her fingers off. Then reaches for him, misses a little, at the edge of her hand until she slides across his fingers, curling hers - soft, light, where it had not already blistered sorely around it. Swords.

"Do you find it?" She wets her lips. "Peace?" That is, rising to stand up and go with him. "Only... I do not think to know how one can." Not here particularly, but at all.