[There's a little beat of silence as he considers what he's learning here, though it ends with a little, light laugh.]

Thank you very much! I would be really sad if I had to forget you or any of the others here, too, so I understand... [Insomuch as he can, considering he is not a fictional construct who gets memory wiped at the end of every Sisyphean cycle of running through his own story.

He's still holding onto a new half-finished braid, but he scoots to the side a little so he can look at her more properly.]

...Well. I don't know if there's anything I can do to help, but if we have the time, why don't we have a chat and see if we can't brainstorm any way of making it a little more of a guarantee?