Alright, so maybe she should know better than to try to approach sensitive topics with vague, not so innocent questions around him. Clearly she wasn't made with a great talent for subtlety. Now she's both sorry she asked, and sorry that she was right, that he's yet again at a difficult point in his life.

"Not much," she replies earnestly. "I know you fled a war in heaven. I saw a little of it in a dream of yours, it was... horrible. But I don't know why your kind is killing each other, and I'm not certain why exactly you left... though I can imagine." It occurs to her now that he never explicitly confirmed that it was in fact the war he ran from, but the assumption had made sense in the context of that conversation and his emotions at the time were too familiar to really doubt it. Perhaps now she'll get that confirmation, anyway.