"No, say it," she encourages gently as she packs her belongings into her bag. She'd packed lightly, choosing instead to buy and discard the things she needed for only a short period of time, and so it doesn't take her long to pack at all. She ducks into the bathroom and collects her toiletries, though there isn't much there beyond her toothbrush and some makeup.

"Say it," she says again when she comes back into the room. After everything she's seen today, she already has a fairly good idea of what it is he seems to think is insane, but she wants to hear him say it before she pushes it. If he truly has no idea what he seems to be able to do, she doesn't want to be the one insisting he confront it.

But if he's the one to say it, that's something else entirely.