Serafina sighed inwardly when Blaise's expression grew composed, though she couldn't fault him. He was too much like her that way, too guarded. Though she would have liked for him to be more carefree, happy, it didn't make her terribly unhappy to see it. At least he could take care of himself, the way she did. So long as he was happy behind his mask, that was all that mattered.
"Ah, traveling," she said with a smile. "It's so lovely that you do that as a job. So long as you're not working yourself too hard, darling; perhaps being settled for a time is exactly what you need."
She set down her glass and picked up a small cluster of grapes, eating them individually in an almost absentminded manner. Might be the last good fruit of the summer, but it was delicious. And it would be back next summer for her to enjoy all over again.
"I've been on an extended vacation, of sorts," she said with a smile. "Not traveling, much, but exploring my own backyard. I forget, sometimes, that people travel such a long way to see Paris, to see this lake."
It was one of the quieter times in her life, and she was enjoying it immensely. No current suitors, two houses to herself that only felt empty of her child, not her husbands - there was no ring on her finger at the moment, save the ones she wore simply for herself, which were changeable depending on her mood. Ever since she'd turned forty, she'd felt the desire to slow down and enjoy her life, learn to appreciate it for what it was rather than focusing on what she could acquire.
Not that she could promise it wouldn't change, if she saw a need for something, or someone, in her life. But even Blaise had noticed that she was looking well, having time to herself. She smiled, envisioning Blaise's house in London, with its pool. "I was just considering looking into a new vacation home, actually. Now that you've traveled all over Europe, where would you recommend? You'd have the use of it as well, of course."