The way her grip loosens, ever so slightly, where her fingers are digging into his shoulder is a promising sign, although the quietness of her voice is concerning. The touch on her back turns into a light pat, while he tries to think of a way he can move without wrenching her hair further.

But she’s the one who speaks first and Rezo… Well. He can’t blink but his eyebrows do rise a fraction at the question.

“...That seems a very serious question considering the circumstances,” Rezo says. Taking a moment to consider it, however, he has been relying on her assistance already. “But I suppose… Yes?”

It sounds as if she's planning on something drastic however, and he'd feel much better if he knew what it was.