Newly arrived in the Rowle residence, Aditi Banges maintained her composed demeanor as Dr. Pomfrey addressed her. Her lips curved into an understanding smile as she listened to the doctor's attempt at navigating the awkwardness that naturally accompanied introductions, especially under these circumstances. "Dr. Pomfrey," she responded, her tone politely, and quietly amused, "It is alas, the nature of end of life care." she gave a small inclination of her head, a demure acknowledgment of her former employer's passing, 'but I was only glad I was able to support him at the end'

As Dr. Pomfrey continued to explain the situation, Aditi's curiosity was piqued by the mention of the Rowle family. They were exactly the sort of people she wanted to have as clients, pureblooded, wealthy - the right sort. Aditi's gaze shifted momentarily towards the door to the room where Mr. Algernon Rowle lay, a man whose life had been interrupted by illness. "Please, rest assured, Dr. Pomfrey, that I'm well-prepared to provide the care and attention Mr. Rowle requires during his recovery."

The transition to the matter of her accommodation was seamless, and Aditi's smile grew softer as she replied, "Dr. Pomfrey. Please believe me when I say that my focus is entirely on Mr. Rowle's well-being. I am confident I will be quite comfortable wherever I am placed. Being close at hand to my charge is of utmost importance, as you rightly mentioned." her tone business.

'I heard that he had a stroke?' she pressed for clarification, 'Is that correct?'