"It can be, yes." She doesn't wish to venture on her own, not right now. After some time, some moments where she can mourn for awhile.

"Why don't you tell me of yours?" That at least will be easier. She shifts herself back into her blankets, into the pillow propped up behind her in the insistence of the physicians this morning that she should still be resting. The sewing is tugged back comfortably into her lap, taking up the needle once more to begin her stitches. "I have never seen the new continent. I am told it is very beautiful there."