Podrick lacked confidence -- in her, she supposed. And in himself. He needed something to hold onto. Some certainty. She could see that much. She was intuitive enough to note it. So -- trying not to look exasperated with the conclusion -- she dragged the locket off her neck and pressed it urgently into his palm.

He was there for the conversation; he understood what it meant to her.

"There. Now I have to come back."