His compliment made her smile graciously, though her eyes were fixed on his.
"A fine compliment from a blind man," she teased him, a soft laugh in her voice.
It was good to hear him speak, though, and to know that his condition was improving. She would feel more comfortable, however, when he was more fully recovered. In the meantime, his questions and even the close proximity to him made it easy to stay.
"I was born in London," she told him, stroking his hair. "But we -- my siblings and I -- would split our time between there and Naples while we were growing up. I came to the States on my own; my parents still split their time between London and Naples, as I imagine they will until they can no longer manage the travel, and my siblings are still in Europe, as well."
She smiled slightly. "None of them are fond of America, though they do come to visit periodically."
Shifting on the couch to stretch her legs a bit, she asked, "And so what is it you do, Elias Sandoa, that occupies your days?"