It's an offer kindly meant, and she can appreciate that. Her own expression softens faintly. "I do like tea," she concedes. "I might stop in for a moment and see how he feels. But it's good to know there's someone allowed to look after him. Maker knows he'd work himself into the ground, otherwise."

There's a pause and a faint smirk. "Not too different from the rest of us, come to think of it."