She scowled but it was how this thing between them worked. He'd always be the one to answer her, and she'd always be the one to ask him. "I hear the ground is uncomfortable cursed one." She herself found one of the chairs up for sale and sat on it. She liked the perch and it was a comfortable one.
Most of the things he owned she considered hers as well anyway. "You look like you are tempted not to answer me. I approve." She wasn't the kind to offer comfort, at least not around him. He wasn't kin nor blood.