She can see the effort it takes, and she considers the merits of dragging him to a busy table, forcing a distraction on him versus returning to their suite in the Gallows and letting him brood.

"There's the tavern over the hill with the clams. Or the little Antivan shop you like near the ferry. Or we can just pick something up from the kitchens when we get back."

Once the boat is secured, she slips her hand back into his. There are very few concessions she's inclined to make to his feelings on all of this, but there can be one. "You choose."