Rabastan had a couple of mixed drinks, part firewhiskey, and part of a calming potion he had been given for his fits. He'd found they complimented each other well, and helped him to dampen out the noise that surrounded his ears all the time.

He set one down near where she was standing, taking a sip of his own.

"I think it's just the joys of living in England," he said, glancing around the room. "It's one of the main reasons my parents spend most of the winter months in their place in Turin, Italy. I only get to see the place during the hols. Still rainy, but less often, and warmer."