Verity had never had a father but she rather liked his tone. She smiled at him, reminded of Arthur Weasley a little, and softened in general. There was nothing remotely sexual about him, despite the proximity to the bed. "Mr. Ollivander, you've hired me to clean, not to lay about in bed," she reminded him though the fight in her tone was mostly gone.
Sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall she pulled her robes up to her knee, exposing the burn to her shin and calf. As he cast the spell she winced slightly, though it wasn't exactly painful. It was a strange sensation. "Something ironic about a wandmaker not needing one," she pointed out kindly.
When he left she tried to relax. This was a blessing, she knew that. She was so worried about Lee, though, that she needed something to take her mind off of it. She'd been looking forward to work for that. The smell of the tea and scones brought her out of her mind and she smiled in an instant.
"If you insist," she told him with a small laugh. While she had had a large breakfast the baked good did smell good. "Did you make these?" she asked, trying to at least have a friendly conversation.
Relax. She didn't even know the meaning of the word anymore.
"Are they allowed to take new prisoners- who have done nothing wrong?" she asked. She didn't want to drag him into things but she didn't know who else she could really trust.