[A quiet sigh, as Rupert is taken away. He carefully puts his guqin away, standing up and moving to fetch another crayon and the papers he's been using to keep things updated. Ever diligent, he is.]
Mm. [He's quiet for a moment, as he writes.] ...If he arrives, he may be disoriented. We may need to be patient before he is able to provide answers.
[So he's not saying she can't confront him and demand the truth or anything--he still thinks it's perfectly valid of her to expect that. But he doesn't want her to get frustrated if he can't (or doesn't) instantly spill everything he knows.]
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Mm. [He's quiet for a moment, as he writes.] ...If he arrives, he may be disoriented. We may need to be patient before he is able to provide answers.
[So he's not saying she can't confront him and demand the truth or anything--he still thinks it's perfectly valid of her to expect that. But he doesn't want her to get frustrated if he can't (or doesn't) instantly spill everything he knows.]