He is listening, to hers and what others have been saying. Each bit at least working to make this fantasy world more believable, with its gifts and its darker sides. How words take shape though, that's the difficult part: to know that there's an enemy, a danger outside the kinds you're used to, and not only that, but people are talking about them like the story books or movies did when you were a kid.

It takes a lot more than words to be prepared for the warnings everything is giving you, or so Robby is wrangling with each time these dangers are mentioned. But he'll keep her advice in mind, ask some more about it later.

Because for now, Tory's talking about a fresh start. The hint of how life has been for her, and that's what he zones in on. A "Yeah?" to the news of the house, a humoured note as he remarks: "If houses cost that everywhere."

There'd be a lot less rough sleeping. But it's not what he cares about focusing on, looking at her as they walk. "How's the rest of this place been for you?" A beat. "Are your brother and mother around?"

He asks that with a note of care. Tory's always been the guarded type, but her and her family - he knows how much she cares. And if she's here, then maybe, they are too.