"Not a bad purpose at all." That same serious smile, and he was looking towards the window again, seeming to remember the grounds and see them now. "You know I'll help, while you're here, if I can too."

A grin, and he turned back to her. "Come on, we should get to dinner." A pause and waiting for her, then starting to head down the Tapestry Gallery's long hallway in the direction of the dining hall.

Turned away, and if asked--he'd deny he said anything. Especially because he hadn't realized just how good her senses were. But his head down, definitely speaking away from her--the gratitude was clear though in the whisper. "You've already helped me."