Aryn grew quiet and shrugged. "He's good. At least that's what he says." Another shrug. "We had to go to New Orleans to settle some legal stuff on a house someone left him. It was a hard trip."

She sighed. "And I think I ended up making it harder, trying to get him to talk to me. He said I didn't, but..." she shook her head, "I don't know."

She realized she was rambling and had probably told her friend way more than she'd wanted to hear, and looked at Pippa with a smile that was forcibly bright. "What about Rory? How's he?"