Tristan had noticed the change and he was happy for it. He knew she was probably exhausted, for the life of a servant was a hard one, probably harder than he could imagine, and especially for a girl not used to work, but he could see that she was getting stronger and he made sure she ate properly - well... neither of them weren't eating great food at the moment, but at least she ate enough.

He sat up. "No that will be -,"

He changed his mind.

"Actually. Join me, if you wouldn't mind," he put the book away, leaving it open upside down. It was something on psychology and genetics in German. Tristan gestured at the chair across from him.