"A relief to hear," Deirdre murmurs, very much choosing not to point out that there's no way she can know that for sure about Valdis just yet. The defensive feeling in her chest is old scars, and she knows it; it will heed her, for now.

For now.

"...In any event, your help tonight is surely worth kindness in turn. If there's anything you can think of, well, you know where to find me now. Shall we prepare to retire?"