For a moment she questioned herself. Should she not have said anything? People from this time were protective of their emotions and she had no idea how to interact properly. She was jumping in too quickly.
The young witch slipped into a seat opposite of John. "I'm good." She paused and screwed up her face. "No, I'm not. That's just what people say, isn't it? But... it's life. I don't think it will ever get properly good." She shrugged. "How are you?" There was a tinge of irony in her voice, knowing that John's words would probably never be far off.