If she'd let him, he'd happily stand and watch her rifle through her new things for much longer, but instead she's insisting he sits so she can host him. Taking his seat, he wonders what it would have been like if things had been different. Would she have chosen a frilly dress instead of her mismatched outfit full of holes? Would she have long hair to braid or would she have kept it playfully short? Would she have been happier?

All his thoughts are kept hidden behind a smile. The first thing he thinks when he drinks the tea is that, considering their surroundings, there is a high chance that there could be poisonous substances floating around in the odd tasting water. The second is that, with Winter fast approaching, he can afford to risk his health a little. Winter will make sure he stays strong. He hopes.

So, after his first sip, he smiles brightly. "It's wonderful, my dear. As is your home." He looks around them. "Did you make this grand estate single-handedly?"