The crunch is heard, and the scent of the apple wafts in his direction. He wonders if she’s enjoying it.

Ah, Rezo should have predicted that would be a lead in for an offer for tea. “That is a generous offer,” he says, slightly embarrassed all the same, “But I don’t think I shall be awake long enough to enjoy it.” He rather suspects all he needs to fall asleep right now is to be laid down horizontally.

Since Lioriley says she’s fine with the dinner she already has, he won’t say anything more about it, he decides. Otherwise he’d just be fussing. Although it would be rather hypocritical of her to be annoyed if he did, considering how she’s been fretting over him. Perhaps it comes with the territory of her being a healer, and she’s used to fussing over people. He can picture her gently chiding a patient as if they were a small child.

…He can picture her fussing over an actual child, actually. He vaguely recalls her being worried about the children who are part of the crew, and wonders if she has much personal experience with children.

“Do you have children at home?”

…Though maybe he shouldn’t have wondered out loud.