"Mm." He'd have known if she'd lied. She probably didn't have to say anything for him to know that things were not okay. He'd only asked because... well... it seemed like she could talk to someone.

His food was here, and he thanked the vendor before pulling his plate closer to himself. "Well. There isn't any point in ruminating over your mistakes unless you actively work to ensure that they don't happen again, hm?" She might have heard that from everybody else, he figured. But, it was the truth. It was the only practical, logical solution to a problem like that.

He stops to take a piece of meat in his mouth, chewing on it in silence, thinking.

"Did you still want to talk about it? I don't really have anything scheduled for a few hours."