[Ah, so she is alone. He thinks that kind of makes sense, given how nervous she seems to be at the slightest- anything, but then he thinks that's probably ungenerous of him to think and privately walks it back. Still, he wishes she could have a little more comfort from home, whether that be a person or something else.

Probably a something else. Palamedes has decided he likes it better here, but there's only one person he'd actually ask for; it doesn't sound like she wants to subject her people to this place at all, even if she's lonely.]

That- hm. That's kind of you. Maybe not at this party, but one day— most people find it kind of interesting, in a strange way.

[The entertainment value of his incredibly strange home, it's alright.]

If you ever want to talk about yours, I'll offer the same.