"Each and every one of my children bears a stigma of their own, child." Matilda's voice was steady and hard as she stared at Yvonne, her fingers laced in front of her. Henry himself had leaned back in his chair and was rubbing his chin, his eyes tilted up as he thought. Matilda continued on, her gaze boring into Yvonne's silver eyes. "Orphans, either of the War or of attacks on the villages in the area." Henry's eyes snapped towards the orphanage caretaker, his lips thinning into a hard line. The old woman tilted her head to him for a moment, considering him, then rolled one shoulder in a brief shrug.

"Hm. Well then." Matilda's eyes flickered away from Henry, and she seemed to subside. Her fingers drummed against her hands as she thought for a second before continuing.
"If you wish to help and will not be dissuaded from that course of action, then I will not argue that we do not need help. Very well. There is plenty of room here in this old house, even with the children all present we rattle like peas in an empty tin. I'm sure Henry can help you find a room to claim as your own. In exchange, I shall take you up on your offer of assistance around the house it will be pleasant to have another with etiquette helping me train the children." She let out a short snort after she finished speaking, and her imposing gaze swung back to the male in the room.

"Henry, how long will you be staying? I am sure the children are looking forward to spending time with you." Henry hummed and rapped his fingers on the table, the strikes against the wood falling into a tempo as he thought.

"I will probably spend a week or two here. I know the munchkins have missed me, and I want to see how their music lessons are progressing." Matilda let out a soft chuckle, a tired sound as she shook her head. "Oh come now, don't tell me they've all chosen other arts, at least one of them had to chase after me, right?" Henry was grinning slightly as he asked the question, and the old woman shrugged again.

"I know one of them has been sneaking into the music room to practice, but they hide whenever anyone else comes around. Other than that, no, most of them are only giving it the minumum of effort. You know how it is, my dear. You were the odd one out, not the norm." Matilda gave Henry a fond smile, and the man ran long fingers through his hair as he let out a rueful sigh. "Now then. I shall leave you two discussions, and do make sure to show her to an empty room." Matilda rose gracefully from her seat, and bowed to Yvonne once. Henry nodded, once, as the older woman strode out of the room purposefully.

When she was gone, he leaned back in his seat again, tipping it back onto its rear two legs. His knees caught on the table and prevented him from going back any further as he brought his hands up and laced his fingers together behind his head, turning his bright blue eyes to the dark-skinned woman sitting beside him. She was still eating, at a far more sedate pace than the children had after Matilda told them to finish. The musician hummed under his breath, a soft tune.

"You're not the only one, you know. I've heard of another drow wandering the outer lands, though he seems to stick to the Salvar region. Some kind of mercenary hunter, takes odd jobs for villages that can't afford normal hunting squads. I -" He broke off for a moment. "Not making light of you, miss Yvonne. Just letting you know that you aren't alone."