"You don't stink," Tuck reassured him. He was going to suggest helping Will bathe, but not in front of Iestyn. "My poor, dear Will. It does my heart good to see you out of that bed." Sure the man was clearly still in a lot of pain, but he was up and moving. The kettle clicked off and Tuck stopped mussing with Will's hair so he could get something into Will's belly. He returned then, with the pop tarts and a french press full of coffee and two mugs. "It might be cheeky but I assumed I could have some," he said with a small smile. "Iestyn, would you like anything else?"