Are you certain? [ He is hardly in a position to worry or fret, but he can't seem to stop himself from looking at her with what would have been a pointed, focused gaze, if not for his still-recovering state. ]

What experiences you have had... what challenges you faced... I can only guess at what those might be, and that does not sit right with me. [ He can tell that she is not of the strongest constitution, and that troubles him suddenly and quite strongly. ]

I might be who I am now, but I still know my way around a kitchen. When I am fully recovered... [ A look of resolve slides into his eyes then. ] The kitchens have gone unused for too long. Perhaps it is time to rectify that.

[ But he finds himself slightly winded from speaking so much, even after finally drinking from the cup and having his fill. He feels her arm around him that's aiding him in sitting up, but he has noticed the way the other simply moves to hang at her side. That won't do. ]

If it does take less time, it is because of your assistance. And so...

[ Slowly and almost hesitantly, as if wondering if she will reject his advances, he reaches for her and carefully pulls her in closer. It is hardly a fast movement nor a rought one, as he wants to give her the chance to pull away and out of his reach. But somehow, he has guessed that she wishes she could be closer, or that she could hold him, but something is keeping her from doing so.

Perhaps she will express dislike for the way he moved her, but if she acts in such a way that indicates displeasure, he knows he will not argue, as he can imagine he's hardly desirable now because of his condition. ]

What will you do now?