Eirene is quiet for a long time, sipping at her tea and trying to marshal scattered thoughts. After about five minutes she glances up at Martha, for once looking not-quite-young.

"He has, which is ... damnit, he makes me fall in love with him all over again whenever he stands up for people who can't by themselves. On the other hand, he shouldn't have to do it for me." She sighs. "It's very confusing."