A girlish giggle burst from her lips as she watched him speak of tennis and it's garments. Touching her lips instinctively, she flushed a little, "I can't imagine you in them either." She longed to reach out and touch his hand but in all proprietary sake, did not. Instead she answered his searching look with a quirk of her eyebrow and a small smile that was devoid of the exhaustion she was feeling.
"I think they gave up on me as well - after all, all I did with the dagger was to pare the roots of herbs." She reminisced fondly and alsmost instinctively reached out to touch his face, almost to bring him to the present - away from the dark place where his memories with Chiron resided, "there are places for people like them and for us." Eir offered the small words of comfort, truly understanding and empathizing in his questions. "Everyone to a certain extent is good in something, but not everything - thus choices were made though even if our crafts are not popular - but needed."
She removed her hand from his face and tucked her hands under herself and looked out - half embaressed by the liberty that she took. "Perhaps we should play tennis one day."