Quen laughed at her brother's teasing, but inside, she was a little concerned. She could hear the tiredness in his voice, and although he'd always worried about her, she worried about him, too. "I'm fine," she answered him. "Everyone takes good care of me here. But what about you? You've been working too hard again. I can tell."
She waved her hand in the direction of the window and said, "You should sit. I know where everything is." Her room was always impeccably organized, and now was no exception. As long as Quenten had the layout of a room memorized, she could manage pretty well.
She kneeled in front of the fireplace and used a fire stone to light the fire (she'd been asked not to cast fire in her room for the forseeable future, and she didn't want to seem incompetent in front of Darius, in any case), and then put the kettle on the fire. The tea was in a canister on the dresser. She added a couple of spoonfuls of leaves to her porcelain teapot, and when the kettle whistled, she put on a fireproof glove, grabbed it out of the fire, and poured it into the teapot. When she was done with everything, she put it immediately back in its proper place, and she brought the teapot with two cups on a tray to serve to Darius with a triumphant smile.