"Pony," she started softly, and could not help but to lift her hand and touch his cheek, cupping it in her palm. He was so hard on himself that she wanted very much to take that away from him so he could ease into a new life. She continued with, "Part of loving someone is being there for them. If you had a roof over your head, you could get back on your feet much easier and I want to do that for you. We don't have to hurry, perhaps, but you could have a soft place to land in the meantime. Even grandmother is fine with you staying. She adores you. I feel safer with you around... the landlord makes me feel wrong in many ways and he leaves me alone when you're here."