"I agree." Hannibal nodded. "We must delight in the little things as much as possible, they can be the saving point of an otherwise dismal day."
He held up his hand in response to her question of wanting more. A friendly no thank you. He did hope, however, that she would not continue to ask. It would become tedious, and he felt that this one might be of some use to him. He would have hated to dislike her in any small way so quickly.
"Will is," Hannibal paused, coming up with the best way to explain. "Will has recently had some issues in regards to the line between dream and reality. His condition had become extreme and it was eventually discovered that he had Encephalitis. He is now properly medicated and on the road to recovery. But as you can imagine, so much time spent with hallucinations and internal turmoil has left him a little unsure of things. I convinced him to remain upstairs for now, so that I could explore and find explanations that would satisfy him and not send him spiraling. It isn't going to be an easy task to convince him that we are well within the realm of reality when there are creatures such as these roaming about."
But he knew that he wouldn't be able to confine Will forever.