Piles of books. Stacks of paper. Nose to the grindstone. Completely oblivious to one's surroundings. And that smile? It was just like--

--like being at home with someone who wasn't there anymore.

The smile he offers is returned in kind. "Please, call me Amelia," she chides gently. No need to be so formal around her. "I am feeling well and a little more at ease when I stand in this room." Her smile broadens as she looks around. It felt like home, at least a little. "How are you ?" She slowly steps into the little room and closer to him, her eyes flicking to the many books and papers he had laid out. "Find anything interesting today?"