[He is being vague on purpose, but he expects she'll figure it out. But there is a warmer smile that breaks through the heaviness that had built up before.]

Aye, I am. But I also had the many years of experience and time to deal with. You on the other hand...

[He now shifts the focus back on her. Because, after all, this is ultimately about her. He told his story, but only to give her something to relate to—and more reason to share hers. A little underhanded, knowing she would feel more compelled after he's opened his hand, but if it will help things along then so be it.]

How did you die?