Good thing César doesn't need thanks. The fact that Dabi's conversing with him is enough.

"Yeah. I got that impression from what little she's told me." César states quietly, finally crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, eyes looking into the middle distance. "... You have my agreement there. And you know what she's been through more than I ever will." That's the closest he'll imply that he understand Dabi's been through shit, too, until there's maybe some room for that.

He blinks, then focuses his eyes and looks up. "Missing everyone from the League all so dearly and the food crisis that's abating aside... she's been doing well, here. Like I said before."

César breathes in and blows out a sigh. "... I know I'm the outsider here. You don't know a damn thing about me. Going back to my first message... I'll answer what questions I can, and let you know why I can't answer one if I can't. I'd normally let the dust settle longer, but Merrymeet's coming up in barely more than a week, and that's basically her coming out to the community at large. It's a turning point in her life... and I realized that there's something that belongs to you and not me for that. And it requires us to at least be able to coordinate."