"It's um." C'taqa looks a little trapped, but he's not going to be anything but honest. "It's the...the stuff I can't...tell you about yet. I'm not ready, I..."

Thancred nods, briefly touches his shoulder and then smiles at Verity, noticing the envy. "It is easy. But you were obviously strong enough to carry on, were you not?"

Yes, he's a little shameless.