He could see the reaction in her face. Honestly, he wasn't sure if it was because he offered, or because she had infinite doubts that she could trust him. Not that he blamed her. But, so far, he'd threatened to kill her at least once and hadn't actually tried. Maybe that gave him some redemption. Maybe that would help her not laugh in his face. 

As she listed what she wanted, his expression fell. Scrying was not his best skill. Tracking was, depending on the how, but he doubted it would be useful here. Which left the other option. Taking her to him. He swallowed, the pain in his throat from more than his bruise. He knew where they'd all fled to. It had always been part of a contingency plan, in case the worst happened and they needed to get out. he knew how to get there, but he wasn't sure how welcomed he would be. What taking her there would cost him. Even if they didn't mind his return, seeing their dwindled numbers, the sorrow and loss he'd caused...

Her questions didn't help him from his mind slipping into guilt. He clenched his jaw again, staring at the fire. "Rulitus." He said quietly. "And yeah. He did." [i]Ask her for hers.[/i] He cleared his throat and tore his eyes from the fire to look into that terrible face. "And you?"