Fraser listens, then nods before tipping his head toward the cabin. "May I?"

What, exactly, he's asking permission for may become clear as he half-circles — slowly, he's not exactly moving easily or well, these days — the cabin's exterior, studying it. "Well, you picked a good location. This will get plenty of light... when we have light... and it's nicely protected from the wind by that line of trees over there."

He points along the treeline, then looks back at her. "I'm afraid I'm not at the peak of physical fitness just now, but if you don't mind working slowly, I'll help you build it. And I know a little something about gardening, too."