Christopher handed her the glass, sitting in the chair alongside her and sighing a little. "It has been a terribly busy day: so many people are due to arrive tomorrow that it is tough to assign beds and rearrange people. I am glad to hear that you have been making friends. Even I do not know of a nearby author, and I have been living here for longer than you! It shows you what a recluse I am..." he chuckled, but it was sort of sad. He really did not have much of a life outside his revolutionaries.
"What it is you are making there?" he asked, wanting to get off the subject.