"I have plenty of time," Edith assures her warmly, glad, at least, that the offer hasn't come across too strangely. It's true, anyway. Here, her time is her own, spent intermittently taking care of her apartment and visiting the library or friends and working on her writing. That isn't entirely new, but it still seems to come with a level of freedom that she's never had before, no father looking over her shoulder, no being stranded in the middle of the English countryside. "And I wouldn't mind the company myself. I'm Edith, by the way."