It certainly was that way for her, and that's all she can give him. But his thoughts remain unsaid and it takes a long moment for her to follow the half-formed sentences to what she thinks is the idea behind it.

Idle indeed.

"No guarantee it'd happen," she comments, without asking more. No one has come here because they wanted to, and no one has left under their own power. The day of having that kind of control over The Door seems impossibly far away, another near-insurmountable task, even with the promise of its fragments coming back to the city.