His face is bare, but there's a proverbial mask up. One that only allows for so much to come through; still, as he watches her so upset, his lips press together in the slightest of frowns.

"...we do not know."

He's kept himself from knowing. From being worried or concerned because he cannot afford to be. Not with his people on the run, their chances of escape slim to none; for all intents and purposes, they're trapped on a world that's turned upon them, and is now possinly hunting them.

The mask slips a bit more, and his optics flicker off.

"...I do not wish to put you in danger, despite your...unwilling exile. But..."

But it goes without saying that things have gotten very bad, as of late, and she may already have become a target if anyone finds out about this...