Something in her face tightens at him mentioning a traitor, a reflexive anger on his and all of Riftwatch’s behalf when she says, “What a goatfucker.”

And it’s hard for Astrid to measure whether or not she’s friends with someone yet; often she tends to over-assume and just declare that probably they are, although even she has the vague sense to not overstep here. They’re not at the level yet where she can reach out and clutch Talin’s hand or press her fingertips to his knee. He doesn’t seem like he’d welcome the attempt at comfort, and he might just pull another knife on her.

But she hops onto her bed, and pulls up her legs and folds them under her. Someone softer might pry more whether he’s okay, someone more brutally pragmatic might ask what information they gave away, so what she settles on is:

“What happened to the contact?”

Are they dead? Has that loose end been snipped, so this won’t happen again?