Martin watches her with a small frown, a little worried and trying not to show it. He was curious, but maybe he should've just held onto that. He feels bad turning the conversation now to her mother, when the first thing he even learned about this poor girl is that her mother is dead.

There are hints, though, of something that needs to get talked about. That little mention of her father is telling. And the way Gwenny seems to be starting a sentence, only to stop with clear uncertainty. He gives her a moment, but when she doesn't continue, he sits forward just a little.

"You don't have to tell me about any of it if you'd rather not," he says softly. "But also, if you need to talk about it, you can. Whatever feels best to you. It's okay."