Truth be told, Eleanor had not been all that eager to see anyone. Or rather, for anyone to see in this state. Exposed for her crimes, her mistakes, alone and hated by her own daughter. A shell of herself.

"I'm always happy to see you," she pointed out truthfully, not letting go of him but keeping at arm's lenght, her hand finding his cheek.

"Of course you did," finally, a true smile graced her now chapped lips. "You always know how to spoil me."

She waved a had towards the metallic table they would share. "Please, welcome. I'm not going to let the circumstances make me a terrible host," she joked.