All he has about the clinic in the castle itself is that same easy and friendly smile. He makes it his business to know some things but he also knows that discretion is the better part of valour. Whatever she may or may not impart is of her choosing to broach, isn't? Any more than it is his to say why he really makes himself so busy doing clinic chores so late in the evening.

Yet under her gaze his smile does begin to slip. Would she really think of him to be so uncouth? Eyebrows going up, expectant of what she will say or ask of him next, he lets out a breath as she looks back to the building before them.

"You came to remember." Looking up at the building, he nods. "The Onceler, he did this, didn't he? He was a friend of yours? I remember him."