[...—Ah. There's a small widening of his eyes as he looks at her before it softens again into a quiet laugh.]

Aye, what you say is true. Suppose I'm the type who'd prefer not to let anyone worry too much over me.

[And he can already hear Benedikta's words scolding him about always taking things on his own, of keeping things to himself. So there's a brief moment where his thoughts drift before his eyes return to her.]

But the same to you. Don't try to do things all on your own. Believe me, people won't let you go once they find out.