She knew he wasn't fine, not yet, but she didn't argue. She smiled at the touch, and returned the nod, then cast a protective spell over the tabletop, and set about brewing the tea. She kept the fireworks as discrete as possible, but even so, it only took a few moments until the brew was ready.
"All right," she said, banishing the heating spells. Pouring two mugs, she offered one to Sam. "Ready."