There's a soft smile, a gentle relief, still lacing through Esteban's being. She can't tell him. And things sound horrible on their own, yes, and he doesn't doubt that there's grief, or pain hidden in there. But he's relieved, still, that death is not part of her story there.

"Nah." He's been pushy. "It's okay. Y've said what you could." And Esteban is glad to have this much. He's always been greedy for his friend, will always be greedy for his friends. But he won't push further than they'll allow him.

His breath is warm when he tries to steer them back, back out of this rabbit hole he's pushed them both in. A cheerier smile that lights up at the corner of his eyes.

"The bread sh'ld be ready soon. I'll go an' fetch them, an' we'll be able to serve it t' everybody. Sounds good?"