"Of course you can." A family lost, another regained. Perhaps she wasn't completely hated by the gods. "You're all welcome here, whenever you wish." It wasn't as if she slept. And she knew they were most likely to come during waking hours.
When things grew quiet, she looked over her mug at Hrodolf. He was almost in the land of nod. Whenever he gave in, and those lashes were just too heavy, that she'd be able to scoop him up and put him to bed.