Booker takes a drink, content to sit in the silence as her thoughts percolate. Whatever history and events had led up to this moment must be significant, to weigh on her so, regardless of the accuracy of her claims. And if they are true, all the more reason to leave - though he doesn't have the ability to grasp more than a fraction of the situation, it's clear that she's tired. Done with it.

"They can't look after themselves?" he asks curiously - he's not sure what the coven is, but there's an air of responsibility there that he does understand. "Wouldn't they want you to do what's best for you?"