The topic was one difficult enough for Graham to understand that he had to take a step back and breathe away from it, the whole matter a mess in his head that a few days could not have straightened out. He reasoned that the Prince had had a good deal more time to come to terms with what had happened, and it was hardly as if he could blame the man for having gotten that much needed perspective where he himself had not. For a second he nearly apologized, but was unsure how or even if he should. The words caught and died in his throat, leaving him to nod in something like understanding.

"You were farming...beans." He repeated, the sentence dragged out in his disbelief as his brows furrowed. "To get home?"