[Her quiet focus earns her some concern from him, mostly because as per usual - or rather, more so since she returned from her lengthy and still-baffling absence - he's having trouble reading her. She's struggling with something, hesitating, that much he recognizes.

It doesn't take a giant leap of logic to realize what she's probably struggling with, either.]

Light... taking time to think about what you want, to be sure about it... isn't not a waste. [He gives her hand another squeeze.] Pushing yourself can become a regret, too.

[It's not that he doesn't want it. Far, far from it. But this sort of thing shouldn't be a struggle, right?]