"I do." At least she's eating it, that's a good start. He knows better than to expect trust right away--most people don't like spirits--so he still holds back, standing away from her and just watching.

"The words are whispers, woven well for the loudest silences. Bells on bells to make it sound brighter. I don't know it." Or at least not specifically. He knows what it is, but he doesn't care if they sing it or not. People still need help.