Him, hinting? Beauregard, would he ever?

Caleb nods silently in agreement for a moment, a little distant. "Difficult to move on from something like that," he murmurs. "But she is learning."

That distance is gone quickly though as he focuses intently on Beau. There's a wry curve to his lips, more a grimace than a smile. "To be honest, I don't know where to begin, with this place or with all that has happened. What feels most pressing for you, Beauregard?"