"I'm not great at telling them, but I'm glad you like to listen," he laughed and shook his head. "Oh thank you," he stepped in through the doorway and with a flick of his golden baton arranged the parcels neatly on the kitchen table. "I hope they're alright there?" he asked, his brows rising in question.
He nodded and regretted bringing it up, but he didn't have many people to talk seriously to and he had wanted to get it off his chest. "I'm hoping I can help them," he said, placing his baton back into his breast pocket. "Its hard for me, to understand sickness," he admitted, shrugging his shoulders against his coat. A small laugh escaped him, "I can't get sick, so of course, I help." He smiled, "I hope they find one too. I've been doing research myself actually..." another laugh, "Though I dare say I'm not making much progress."
"Well, I'll be very flattered if you do," he said with a grin, "And thank you, very much." He looked around the small cottage. Very homey and cozy. He liked it. "You have a lovely home," he commented, glancing over his shoulder at her.