(ooc: zomg how did i loose track of this)
As Ariana went on about the weather, Albus simply nodded. The topic was comfortable enough, but between both of their conversational habits, it was entirely possible they could go on discussing the weather for hours and forget entirely why it was she'd asked him over in the first place. It was something of a family strength, he supposed, the ability to speak at length about nothing at all.
Thinking it perhaps a little much, to join her on what was essentially her bed, he took a seat on the nearby chair. Perhaps once a few of the bungalows were repaired, something more sensible could be done about her living arrangements. No, it was more than an idle consideration-- something did need to be done. Her inability to access her magic could be, like his, a temporary thing. More than a matter of propriety, it would become a matter of safety that she live somewhere more secluded. However, they had time, and in that interim, he was glad that her current company was considerate.
He managed to keep his brow from furrowing a bit over the dangers of opening up to someone they didn't know, of possibly sharing too much. His expression remained cleanly neutral.
"It's quite all right," he said, though it was perhaps a bit perfunctory. A bit more earnestly, he said, "And you may speak with me about anything, I want you to know that. What troubles you?"