Eirene is envious of that grace, even though Martha's told her she wasn't born with it. There's just something very comforting about a mother puttering around a hearth, regardless of the era.

She murmurs a thank you before taking several sips, trying to calm her nerves.

"Kind of. He's the one brother I'm uncomfortable around; he knows I won't fight back against anything he does. War versus Peace. It sounds stupid, I know."