Henry sunk down into the chair next to Aidan, still not quite used to the reality of his humanity, but he was getting there, gradually. He'd mostly gotten back into the swing of things with eating, at least. And the bright side, at least, was that he seemed to feel much closer to his physical age of 25 than his actual age of over a century. "Have you noticed there seem to be an unusually large number of genuinely nice, helpful people in this place?" he mused, stretching his legs out in front of him. "What are the odds of that happening?"