[ Her expression clouds over, becoming difficult to read, particularly by the light of Iris's stars, but she seems to answer anyway, however automatically. She was thinking about it, anyway, so. ]

Mmh. [ She takes another sip of her tea, mumbling something in the affirmative. ] He was there for three years, all by himself.

...But I seem to recall travelling all the way out here for you, not me.

[ Her expression lightens, her voice taking a teasing tone. It's probably best that they haven't focused on Ferran, though she will still wonder if avoidance will help him in the long run. At least, short-term though... for whatever it was worth, he seems to be in better spirits. ]