"I've not brewed in a long time, but if you'd like, I could try my hand at it for you. I used to be quite good at potions in school," he informed her. He didn't feel as if he was boosting, simply telling her a truth of himself. He had always sought to impress his parents during his time at Hogwarts, wanting to make them proud, and on a subconcious level bring some respect to his family name, in any way that he could. He'd never admit that though, because he didn't even realize that had been his attempt. But in the process of trying to strive for greatness, he picked up knowledge of a thing or two. If he had a potion's book, he'd be able to figure it out with ease, as long as they had access to all the necessary ingrediants. "Anything to help you rest with ease," he then added with a smile. He then nodded his head in agreement. "It is much better the nothing, dear Hestia," he whispered.
"I waited two whole days," he admitted, ashamed of that fact. He had been foolish enough to let his emotions stir his thoughts and that had confused him, confused him to the point he didn't think rationally. He regretted that. "I know it was not my fault...but I wish I'd have spoken sooner...if I had, maybe we'd have gotten you to safety sooner," he explained, his eyes falling down to her hand. He gave a small smile at the reassuring squeeze she gave. He then glanced to her, nodding his head. "Sounds a bit familiar," he admitted, for that was all he wished for. Her safety.