It's truly nothing. You're the one offering me help, after all.

[ Baldr's eyes crinkle a little in amusement as he detects the impending compliment loop they're about to be caught in. But she certainly seems earnest about it. He lowers the tray of tea carefully to the table, his expression softening a bit further as he focuses on pouring for her. ]

This place is remarkable, isn't it? The town, I mean. In my home world, we have — mages, I should say — who could create a home or a city like this from their memories or their imaginations. But I never would have thought I could do something similar. It seemed to shape itself to... my nostalgia, I suppose. I'm glad it's to your liking.