I see... And can you tell me a little of just how you're adjusting...? I know we all are, but I imagine it's very different for each of us.

[ Still not releasing Slaine's hands, Euphie slowly guides him out of the kitchen to sit down in the common room instead, settling close enough to him that their shoulders touch. She's trying valiantly to catch and hold his gaze. ]

There we go. That's much better for talking.