Tessa smiled when she saw him, and raised a hand in greeting. They seemed to keep running into each other. Maybe she was also seeking him out, or at least avoiding anyone named Winchester, but he had helped keep her from going off the rails when the matriarch of Bathsheba had been trying to suck in everything female that moved. Tessa had an easier time resisting that sort of thing than the human women, but it had been a near thing.
Now, she was just enjoying the peace and quiet while it lasted.
"It is," she agreed, "Hopefully the weather holds." Look at them, talking about the weather. How very normal.