“Oh… I don’t quite remember, but it’s been a very long time. I’ve had to keep myself busy.” She gestured to the walls around her. Handy’s observation that the plaques on the wall were similar to those of hobbyists appeared to be right on the money. “Making pottery gets old after a while…” She hummed some little song to herself as she stirred the pot. “Go ahead and sit boy!” She said, pointing at a spot across the fire from her. Handy looked at the fire, thinking, before eventually sitting some distance from it next to a wall. Pulling his knees to his chest, his greaves making sitting awkward.