[Dion dips his head in a nod and closes the door behind her. He gives her staff a look and thinks of how often he leans his halberd up against the wall in just the same way. Mayhap they could find aught for that..]

I'm grateful for it, as only over a moon before, this had been a rather cramped residence for four- and not well-suited for guests.

[He geatures her toward the settees set around the hearth and arranged around a low square table, then excuses himself to the kitchen to pile up a tray with biscuits, tea, and all they would need besides. He returns to set it down in offer]

I pray you have been well?