"I've always liked your stories. And on the table there is just fine." Gabby smiled and moved to take his coat, hanging it up on a nearby hook. She pulled off her own cloak and hung it beside his, then turned to lead him into the other room.
"Sickness is difficult," she admitted softly. "Especially to be so helpless and watch your loved ones struggle." She smiled back to him. "I'm glad you help-- I'm sure you help a lot. Even company can be a good deal of help."
"You're very welcome. And thank you. I haven't changed much, since my mother passed."