Claire smiles at him and then she lets out a breath of understanding. "If you're up to visiting, we can speak about anything other than the meeting's topics. It's a tactic my husband enjoys anyway, after he's been 'on' so to speak." It usually veers toward stories about their daughter and all that he missed of her life. She's had so many things to tell him about the last two decades, and she wishes so much that he was here.

"If I haven't completely lazed through clean up, I would be happy to help," she offers, putting the book back in its place. It's the Horizon she knows, but she knows some still enjoy going through the motions. "I understand the frustration you feel at times. I may not understand the fascination in Solvunn with their shrines and religion, but it isn't my native home, my roots aren't here. To be honest, I would be delighted to dig even further into their history—pun intended? Decide for yourself," she says with a laugh. She tries not to judge the native Solvunnites, she lets the conversations of gods and such happen when they will every time she sees patients.

"Still, when it comes to our safety and maintaining some semblance of life here, I suppose some things must be said. I think there's a line that you managed to toe quite gracefully. You're the definition of a model public speaker."