By now, Susan has come to understand that when Galahad is particularly flat, he's feeling a very great deal. She takes a step closer and rests a hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm, lingering squeeze. Theirs isn't a relationship that has, historically, been given to physical touch, but Susan is a profoundly tactile woman and she finds she hasn't got interest in holding herself back in this moment. "Of course," she says, because it isn't as if there was anything else she might do, given the way she's positioned herself in their society, once she'd learned of what happened. "I admit that I'm torn. I should like anyone to be able to fetch food from here if needed, but if very many people know of it and have access, it's likely he would find some way to gain entry."