[ Her perspective isn't one that occurred to Jaune before she voices it. He hasn't thought any of this was too good to be true, because it's largely seemed pretty unfortunate, whatever positive spin he's tried to put on it to try to make things easier for her.

It makes him wonder what sort of place she might have come from if a handful of creature comforts and the promise of being looked out for by a community is too good to be true, that there must be another catch somewhere past the lost of their memories and abduction to a strange place.

He watches her eat her pie with a soft furrow to his brow. A feeling he knows enough about now to mark as familiar stirs in him. It's not that she doesn't seem like she can handle herself, or anything like that - she doesn't give off that impression - but everyone can use another set of eyes looking out for them specifically, right? ]

Some people didn't make it. [ He confirms, quietly. ] No one is sure what happened to them, exactly.

But that's not going to happen to us, all right? Because we know about it, now. And if you know about a danger, you can learn to avoid it.

[ Because he's not going to let it happen again, to her, or to anyone else. ]