*nods and smiles* Of course. *feeling him starting to relax* Is that helping at all? *alters the pressure and movement of her hand slightly, mindful of his still-healing injuries*

*sucks in her breath sharply, still harboring guilt over the fact that she had hadn't divorced herself completely from the family that day* Yes. I'm so sorry, Bingo. *is prevented from launching into too many italics, however, by virtue of his balrog joke, variations of which never fail to amuse her* Absolutely. *hastens to clarify, knowing that their dinner guest met his demise in the same fashion* In his case at least.

*blushes and laughs, adding coyly* Oh, absolutely nothing at all. *laughs again, feeling a little silly at her sudden giddiness, but not minding too terribly*

Although things do seem to be a bit too quiet. Should we be worried, or should we just enjoy the brief respite?