It's strange, living here in a church, a holy place that many Methuselah would avoid, but I like it.
Esther is here, and that's what matters. The place is slowly looking like it must have before, and the stained glass windows are lovely. They also do well to keep the daylight at bay, though I admit to still being a bit wary of it.
Esther tells me that the Duchess of Kiev is here as well. I hope all is well. Have you heard anything of my Grandmother? I'm a bit worried about her.