Much - slightly distracted by mouthing hello! at the cat on the couch - turned his attention back to Qebhet as she managed to slip another apology into a sentence that didn't need one. "Hey, it's okay, you can—" What was that apology about? He looked at her as he sat down, curiously, trying to work it out. "—Ask me to tell him stuff? It's not a burden, serious. In fact, I love passing on messages that people've offered help, cos that means I get to see his face when I do - he gets this look like humanity's warming his heart, it's pretty rad. So, I should be thanking you. And for this tea," he added (thinking to himself, rad??) as he picked it up, the cold shock of delicious against his hand, and he stopped talking for a moment, just to enjoy it.