Justine stares for a long time, it's a response that makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and her heart ache. She understands that answer in a way.

She too needs words to survive. They comfort her, give her strength. Words are her friends, poets and writers are her soulmates. If she didn't have books to read, her Calling would have killed her off long ago.

Her lip trembles, she knows that it's odd - that a man creeps like a shadow and steals her words as she dreams. But there's something... he's kind and he too needs words to survive.

"No, I don't.... I d--" he throat feels dry. "I don't mind."

She licks her lips, "W-would you like some tea? Or.. something?"

She's not a very good host. She doesn't have people round.