A small nod of forgiveness, she knows no harm is meant by it, that he had no way of knowing the answer would be probably worse than anticipated. But for two years it had been simply an unfortunate hypothetical, what would happen to her outside of the realm they were supposedly forever trapped within. And now it's a looming inevitability, her death. It's not something she really wants to talk about, so she appreciates the offered topic change.

"Ah yes, all sorts of... tree trimming, and... apple washing," Ava grins with a bit of expense at herself for how clueless she is what it actually takes to maintain an orchard. "Got a little cottage and some land. A horse and... hah, a particularly stubborn mule. That doesn't do a thing Peter says."