Tilda laughed at his response; he wasn't wrong. It wasn't uncommon for her to walk down to the local village and see children playing dragons and prisoners trying to outrun one another. "On more than one occasion I've had to dodge the village children whilst running some of my errands." She confirmed with a nod of her head. She caught the slightly wistful note when referring to his clients, and her expression dropped slightly as she raised her cup to her lips to take another sip.

"She has a few more liberties than I would; plus she has the time and the simple fact that they're often all located within apparating distance of one another." It was easy for Ma to apparate between properties as opposed to all of Great Britain. She studied him a bit closer. Perhaps it was the light, but did he seem slightly...strained? Tilda couldn't put her finger on it, but years of attending to her patients, plus trailing her mother on house calls all lent to giving her a nagging feeling this might be more than a customary 'how-are-you?' between friends.

She set the mug on the table, her eyes still on him. "Did you wish you had more time to do so?" She prodded gently, lacing her fingers together on the table, her head tilted slightly.

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