I'm slow as molasses too but I'm gonna keep tagging even if it takes an age <3
A little murmur of notice at the wisdom being offered escapes her, one of agreement too. There will always be an end to all relationships; even if traces stay visible long after a love is gone. Willa pours the hot chocolate into the mugs and rinses the pan carefully with a small amount of water from the tap, alert to rationing even though she's unused to it, with the well on her uncle's property offering as much water as any of them need, even the livestock.
She settles back at the table, sliding one of the drinks across to Noa, and giving Duke a conciliatory smile. "No chocolate for you," she informs him, and his head sinks back down on his paws as though he's plainly understood, disappointment following hot on the heels of the hopefulness all dogs seemed to bear when the chance for human food is nigh.
"I'm nosy sometimes," Willa admits, focus back on Duke's mistress, "but I'm not much of a gossip. I always hated it when my mother would feed into small town rumor mills. So I'll wager I'm just curious now since it's all... the whole place, the lifestyle, it's not anything I've known. But I'm trying to keep my nose outta what it don't belong in, if I can help it."