Gela, sensing this confusion, smiles to let her know it's all okay.

She says, "I'm learning to make friends again?" Which is slightly embarrassing to admit to! "It was hard to make and keep them while I was travelling around."

You can't even write to people, when you've no permanent address. She hooks her finger around a curl of her hair as she's speaking and pulls it out, straight. When she lets it go again, it jumps back into shape and nearly gets in her teacup, but she doesn't seem to notice that. "And how to use a knife properly. Ellie is teaching me."