Being southern, Marie couldn't stand to have tea without sugar, though she always took her coffee black. It was something her husband had teased her over endlessly, along with her absolute love of chocolate, and as always, each and every reminder of him made her ache. It was almost a blessing, really, that he had never set foot in this house - there were no memories of him within those walls to haunt her.

The storm seemed to be getting worse, which wasn't the best sign since it had already been going strong for hours. "It's hard to say," she told him, her own voice calm and accepting. She'd lived in the south her entire life, after all. "Sometimes they only last a day or two, but if it's a bad one, it could be weeks." Sighing, she took a sip of her tea. "You're welcome to stay here until it's safe to continue on your travels."