He opened his mouth, but closed it again when he realized he didn't have a ready answer for her. So he just watched her feed the birds for a while, and let his thoughts calm.

"Being powerful," he ventured, "and in control of yourself and others. You've got nothing to fear then, not even yourself or what you could do." He peered at her, just as cautious in his own way as she was. "Or just being no longer conflicted. That would do. It's a terrible way to live, existing while you are torn between extremes."