[pausing for a long second, as if he's not sure he heard her right. And then vanishing down the corridor to take Yomi to Saber's bed, making sure to gently set her down and get her tucked in, placing a waste basket beside the bed just in case.]
[And then he's creeping back toward the kitchen, tentative. He hangs by the entrance for a second, trying to come up with something to say. He's messed up again and he couldn't afford for things to get any more awkward as it was.]
[Finally he sighs and steps into the kitchen, settling into a chair.] I'm sorry about this, Saber.