“I’d like that.”

[Her word were soft, honest. Some part of Basil reminded her of her little brother. So far distanced and yet… close somehow.]

Whenever you feel up to it then, please visit. You aren’t bothering me by doing so - the house is too quiet sometimes.

[She stood up, work finishing for now, and smiled.]

Now… I think the tea should be done steeping. Would you like to enjoy some?