He's endearing, and Leala can't help but take a liking to him immediately. A part of her wants to be jealous and jaded and shoo him away, but a far greater part of her wants to tuck him in further into the chair and make sure he's well.

"I would much rather work together than compete," she tells him, a note of earnestness in her voice. She misses working with others, the hustle and bustle of a busier household. She's alone here, and while once she longed for privacy, now... well, now she rather misses hearing someone moving about when she's trying to concentrate.

"It would certainly give me more time to focus on large tailoring projects instead of details... I could get things done faster."