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"Pardon," Biffy said as a means of warning Greta before he actually put his arms around her. It wasn't terribly proper but propriety could hang when she was so obviously distressed. He kept her in the hug for a good long moment, knowing there was no instant balm for what hurt her but trying to offer comfort all the same.

"I know it's hard," he assured her, leaning back from the hug. "Inheriting a place meant for a family when you're alone. You needn't stay at the house until you're ready, or at all." Loss was a common thread of life in Darrow and if she were to decide it was simply too painful to do anything but put the house on the market, only the most heartless person wouldn't understand.

His own home wasn't such a far walk away and Biffy glanced in the direction of the farmhouse. "Would you like to come back to my home for a little while? Get your bearings?"