[A welcome distraction, certainly. Though it didn't grant Ivy any new insight or wisdom on what she should do. Hence, addressing the problem head-on. It will feel better than trying to ignore it or continuing to stew in it. And she certainly doesn't want him to worry about it.

Though the way she has to start this off is going to be a bit awkward by any account.]

Do you recall me mentioning Azwel? The man from my own world with whom I have had some disagreement? [A beat.] Like killing him, once.

He has asked me for a favor. He needs me to agree to a truce with him.

[Though the way she glances at him reads that it isn't that simple.]

The problem is, in order to do this, I have to will myself to trust him. At all.