[What was with that face, was he some kind of dog or something? He looks more like a puppy than a prophet. It'd be endearing if it didn't feel so strange. But loneliness could do that to a person. ]

That doctor of yours? Ah, well, I guess that's good. Ain't like I want to leave my mark on you or nothin'.

[She can take a seat wherever he shows her, feeling just polite enough to sit properly. No sprawling just yet for her. ]

But why didn't you have him for tea? Things that slow around here?