[A hum of assent. He gets it, really. He's hardly opposed to moving up there, especially with so many of their numbers gathered around Goldenrod and Ecruteak. A little distance won't hurt.

He knows there's something deeper at stake here, though--and his hand squeezes gently.]

Don't start doubting yourself now. You can handle this.

[By 'you', he means 'we', and there's an unspoken 'I'm here to help' lurking beneath his words that he's confident she can hear.]