Oliver smiled kindly at Penny, enjoying somehow the worry and care that was evident in her voice. He wasn't sure why or how he'd been so lucky that instead of returning to his broken and messy flat, he'd be put up in Penny's sunny one. "I am quite tired, but I'd love a cuppa. Maybe we can talk a bit before I sleep. I didn't even get to know much about what happened before I was knocked out, I just knew that we're all still here and they're not. Plus one for the side of good," he said wryly.
He took her hand, again marveling at how small it seemed in his, and walked with her toward the kitchen. "Nothing like tea to heal all wounds, I don't care what those Healers say."