She can understand the reticence - not only have they all spent a while not being who they really were, but the last time they saw each other, she'd chastized him for his mouth in front of pretty much everyone. "Just me, myself, and I right now, Kyle. C'mon in."

She sets the notepad aside: both so she can give him her full attention, and to look less like a stereotypical therapist. She's made the offer as a friend to them all more than as a professional, after all. There's a subtle gesture made toward one of the cushions, inviting him to sit if he wants to.

"I'm ... adjustin'. Honestly, the last few days were the hardest. I can only imagine how hard it was for poor Cayde, and anyone else like him who could tell somethin' was wrong the whole time. ... You?"