He nods. Hope comes easily to Andrew-- always has, really. He's seen too much of what a lack thereof could do.

"She always comes back. And she'll be better when she does."

She'd left so many times, for the work she had to do for the Diamonds, and still she'd always returned, no matter how many ghosts (imagined or otherwise) waited for her back in the Deck. He's fairly certain that a wounded pride won't keep her away if they at least manage to heal her wounded heart while she's out there.