Brief joys while they last, as she is back to craning her neck up at him. Truly, she has little clue that they aren't quite on the same page in terms of their friendship –– no, she does not suspect him to have any trust in her, she is not a trusting person herself, but ordinary mortal relationships hold some air of bafflement even after a couple of years in Westeros. Forming lasting bonds was not a thing in Asshai. He is friendly to her, she seems to strike something correct about her own friendliness towards him, so it's... all set for her.

Besides, war is all she ever seems to speak of in Westeros. That's just a normal, everyday topic, like the weather.

"But you saw something?" At any rate, she's still holding onto his hand, and makes to guide him towards a door leading further into the church. "I will leave an offering in a moment, after all, you were returned to us, and it seems to enjoy them from what little I can tell. You shall eat, too."

That's just... decided.