"I'd enjoy that," he said as he followed behind her towards the living room. In an effort to make himself comfortable, he shifted out of his coat before sitting, quietly folding it so it would rest over top of his lap. Then he took a seat, glancing back to her.
"I'm fine for now." Then he took in a breath, trying to figure out just where he wanted to start.
"I don't even know what to ask," he began as his eyes shifted down to the carpet. "I suppose...the best place to start is the concept of hiding. Why are people hiding? You had mentioned hiding your family and I am having trouble understanding why...but...Hermione, Harry...Ronald, they are clearly hiding. She..." He began to say, but remembered he couldn't speak about that. Or she had asked him not to. For now, he went silent, glancing up to look at Hestia. "People make it sound like it isn't safe, but that can't be right. Can it?"