Eleanor leads the way without a word, for awhile. She doesn't seem to have a destination in mind, meandering here and there until the walk takes the two of them onto the road towards the farms. Here, in relative privacy, she takes a slug of the wine and offers the bottle to Ruby. "You seem more in need of this than I am," she murmurs. "I dearly hope your sorrows are not due to some wrong that this...other self did upon you...though I would not be surprised. Please feel free to be honest, Miss."