"Good." Phrased a little bit awkwardly or not, Eda's glad to hear it. She knows he hasn't had the best time, both in his life with the Emperor's coven or here, but she hopes moving in here has been good for him.

She'd like to talk to him more about, well, all of that, but she doesn't want to push if he isn't ready to. (Or would that be helping, if talking about it would be good for him?)

"Grab me the eggs from the fridge?" Is all she decides to say, for the moment.