She's cutting the binding from a few bales of hay when he approaches. Leaving her busywork for a moment, she smiles brightly and tugs off her gloves.

"Mornin', Mr. Caspian. That was kind of you."

She accepts the mug, letting the steam rise across her cheeks and soak into her fingertips.

"Thank you. I could use the extra get-up-an'-go, today."