[Ah, perhaps he leaned in too much. He gives her a quick smile, reassuring - much as he tries not to call attention to this kind of thing, it seemed like it could help? But he doesn't like to proselytize or make people feel uncomfortable, so— he's said his piece, he can leave it at that.

He shakes his head, though. Okay, one last thing;] Anyone who feels worse for themselves about your problems is, pardon, an asshole. Really, don't worry about it.

[As a professional not-an-asshole, himself, Palamedes knows the score. He's practiced in the art of not letting his personal feelings ooze into other people's problems to make it all about him; comes, perhaps, with the territory of leadership, but also - well. He's been a part of the "I don't want to burden anyone" song and dance before, and never on the end that feels like a burden.

So it's fine. She can call Trench a horrible shithole full of idiots, and he will let her (and god, that would be funny).]

It is pretty unbelievable, isn't it? Sometimes I feel like a fool not to write everything down, but then I'd never get anything done.

[He shrugs! Pros, cons.]

Most of my people are here, though. Conveniently, depending on who you ask. We're numerous.