He swallows a bit, relief crossing his features. It couldn't be her Mirror then- unless her Mirror had been watching him for all this time, and he's careful not to discuss things where they might see.

He nods somberly, once her words process, and he pulls the golden box out of his jacket. He doesn't want to hear about what future she came from, because the idea nearly frightens him. He'd much rather focus on the present. "It's very nearly finished."