Her aching fingers were glad of the interruption that lunch provided, and she settled the wool and the slightly off-centre bootie beside her. The guard moved a small table and set her lunch tray on it just off to one side. She contemplated the meal, then turned her head at the voice.
And smiled. "Remus. Of course I don't mind..." She stood, waiting for the guard to move, then held out her hands. "Lunch alone is boring beyond belief, actually. You don't have to make anything up. Come sit?" She squeezed his hands, then returned to the chaise and sat, pulling her feet under her and covering them with the end of her robe. It was chilly in her rooms. Not cold enough for a blanket, but too chilly for bare feet to be bare.
"Can your meal come here? You shouldn't go without eating..."