"Ah yes," Roy nods. "Yes." His second yes in response to the offer of tea. The other his subtle realization that her injuries would make it difficult to bathe. (He's smart enough not to pursue that of all conversation topics.)

Had the sound of the kettle being moved always been this loud he wonders. He can feel Hayate coming up behind him and watching close by. It seems to have the dog concerned.

"If it's not too much trouble," Roy suggests. "Can I fetch anything? Is there enough water in the kettle?"