Wilhelm has no idea what she means by dangerous, if he's being honest, but he elects to nod along and sip at his wine in place of responding. Besides, it seems like she's got a lot of other things weighing on her mind. How could she not, having just been dragged into this world with no say in the matter? It was like being cut out of one place and pasted into another, leaving behind a jagged hole of all the things that were supposed to be.

A whole year has passed since he was pulled from the water, naked and disoriented, in the belly of the castle, but he still remembers what it was like. Only, he hadn't really wanted to talk to anybody those first few days, and definitely not about any of the things eating at him. He was indiscriminately angry, as if everybody shared some of the blame for his having to be there.

If she wants to get it off her chest, though...

"You have a sister?"

A neutral-ish question, he hopes. She could just chat about her sister, or she could crack into whatever made everything so complicated.