She leans a little into the feeling of his fingers in her hair. "Well, I know that much," she points out, rather obviously. Not exactly what she meant, but she knows that he knows that, too, so she doesn't bother pushing the point.

He still gives her more without the prodding anyway, and she nods a little. "That's good," and friendship may be all he can really request, she knows that. She still holds some hope that Wylan can... adjust to the shifting dynamics among their group. "It's a lot," she nods again, "but maybe it's just time you both need."

She makes a note to herself to send prayers to Sankta Maradi of Impossible Love. It can't hurt, and it might help, too.