It isn't concern, but it isn't not concern. Certainly if she had confessed to a true fear of being hunted down in her new identity and strange land (hardly the prison she implied), he would be the first (and undoubtedly best, in his mind) to offer strategic insights. It isn't concern, because she has seemed unconcerned, and she knows her own business best, but there had been something in it anyway; the dawning light of more awful empathy, obscured by the brightness of curiosity. It would have been a very understandable reason for what she's apparently been doing all this time.

But beyond that, he can't say he understands, if that's what she's looking at him for. Why such a thing weighs on her, if she isn't too on edge about the potential of being captured. Why it's a secret that could threaten her life. He hasn't registered any strain to her breathing, but the sense of being lightened he can read just fine, and that's good, though his noting of it isn't at the forefront.

She doesn't want to waste her time or his, but she's still digging at the hidden parts of something like a stone in wet sand, and whether despite his nature or due to it he is drawn back into the 'story,' tea cooling and forgotten.

"I'm sure you will." He won't even gloat for having been right to suspect her of not being what she claims, instead tipping his head like he's conceding a match rather than taking one. The graciousness isn't even performative. "But then, why? Or am I here to ask how?"