[A ballad? She's not sure what to say about that. She doesn't think there's anything particularly ballad worthy about her, though she senses he's sincere even though she doesn't understand. As for trusting him]

I know. I've never been worried about that. [she strokes him thoughtfully for a moment]

I...missed you when you went.I worried. But there was nothing I could do... It feels like whatever we do, whatever we decide, we're helpless here. They can manipulate us however they like.