She rubbed small circles at the small of his back, listening. He had worries so she must think after all?

Well, fir starters, "I am delicate my Jason and you've not harmed me," she pointed out. He was we'd to someone nowhere near his strength and she never feared his touch? "Come moons we ask the Nightwalkers, or mayhap the Nanas that enjoy my shop?" That was just sense? Moons were not to be feared.

But, well, "what is a CPS?"