[She is relieved by the visible release of some of his tension, while understanding that the paranoia probably won't entirely go away. How could it? Having to live among people who killed you... she can't even begin to imagine what that is like. But she wants him to know he's not alone. So she reaches out one hand and just. Lightly rests the tips of her fingers on his forearm.]

Of course I would. But I promise, I haven't heard or seen anyone making any connections between you and what happened on Mor. And the person who came to me it was... well, it was more of a confession. Nothing malicious. I sincerely doubt they will say anything to anyone else about it.