"I am," he confesses, a wry note in his grin. Honestly he's trying not to rub it in. He'd like to share his joy, to explain his mood and the reasons for it but figuring out where to start-- and gauging whether it would cheer Rosella or just lead her back around to thoughts of lost friendship-- is easier said than done, so for the moment he doesn't jump into it.

"How are you?" he asks, tone innocuous but a little concern evident in the gaze he shoots her.