Of course. [ There is a faint sigh at the edges of her answer, but he has made himself clear. She won't press the matter any further, now that he knows the offer stands.

When he asks what she is doing here, though, something ghosts across her typically expressionless face. A fractional furrowing of her brow, a momentary downward tug at the corners of her mouth. It vanishes nearly in the same instant that it appears—but something of that disquiet remains on her demeanor as she turns her gaze aside from him again, staring dully out over the lake. This time, she doesn't return her eyes to his as she opens her mouth to answer. ]

I'm not... I wasn't doing anything. [ The words are quiet, and they might seem guilty in just a slightly different tone of voice. ] I've felt like... I'm not sure. Like there is somewhere I should be, or something I should be doing, and that I am not. It has made me restless.

[ Restless being a slightly less embarrassing euphemism for searching for something I logically know does not exist. ]