"Good. I think I've grown to quite dislike the silence." The monastery had been full of people still, but so quiet without them. His flock. His people. His family.

"I wish I had something for you other than this, but things are a little scarce. Hopefully sooner than later I'll get ingredients to make real meals." There's a quiet apology in there. Food you don't like is better than none at all. He's glad to see Caspar eat anyways.

"Would it help if I sat in the room and talked to you while you rest?"