Nodding at his inquiry, she grabbed her own mug as well and gently turned it around in her hands as she spoke. Susan's hands usually had to be preoccupied, she felt it was because of her artistic nature. Her hands always itched to draw what she was seeing in front of her. It seemed she was having one of those small moments now, wanting to take out her sketchpad and capture Morgan's face. He was handsome, but somehow tired looking and not in the sense that one hadn't slept enough. No, he had almost a supernatural exhaustion too him. It was odd, but so fascinating at the same time. And just now the way the light in the room was hitting his eyes...they seemed to light up. Shaking herself out of her revere she reminded herself there would be plenty of time to draw later. Right now was business, and the nice man was addressing her. "I do live elsewhere actually. I'm only here a few times a month to make sure it hasn't burned down and the workers are happy. As much as I love it..." she paused, trying to pick the appropriate words, "I can't stay here right now. Too many painful memories. Being the last one of your family is kind of sobering." There was a slight prick in her eyes, but she held back any form of emotion and maintained a pleasant smile.
Jumping a bit to the sound of the kettle, she gave him an embarrassed glance and walked over to finish making tea. After, she poured him a cup before doing the same for herself and settling back in. She frowned at the idea of having to cut down a lot of trees, but if it was bad enough she knew it would be the only way. "I understand completely. I will of course do whatever is best for the well being of the trees. Once the tea cools a bit, we can even start walking if you'd like. Its not too far, only to the pond and a bit beyond and I'd hate to take up your entire afternoon."