Alvin nodded along as Zin relayed the shop business. What he wouldn't give for something that would keep his mind occupied and his hands busy these days. Maybe they needed some help in the greenhouse. His left hand wasn't much good for small things, but he could still heft things around if needed. Maybe he'd ask next time he was in. Herbology had never been a strong interest of his, but he was a quick learned and the Potts women had quite a bit of knowledge. Plus he could sketch in his down time and Zin was right, the greenhouse might be good inspiration.

"That's a good idea, I haven't done any good detail sketching in a while." Pick a flower and do the most realistic sketch he possibly could. It was a good idea. At this point he'd take something, anything, to do with his time other than sit about the house listlessly and mope. Anything had to be better than that.

"Thanks Zin," he managed in a hoarse whisper. He was thankful for her softness with him, her patience, the grip on his hand. All of it. Alvin had never been very good about asking for help, still wasn't, but she offered it in a way that didn't make him feel like it was an imposition or forced.