Theodore was more than willing to go to the location of her choice, and he made comfortable, light conversation as they headed towards the tea house. He took a seat and ordered mint for himself, which he'd always had a taste for. He noted her order, wondering if she'd chosen it to settle her stomach.
"I think your father is well enough to be taken home and cared for there," he began, hands folded in his lap. "I can't say how long he'll need medical attention. As cliche as it might sound, much of it depends on him, and how hard he tries to get well." He knew that was probably a difficult thing to hear, but he offered her a smile. "However, given my current circumstances - I lost my father a few days ago and will be taking time off from the clinic - I should be more than capable of looking after him myself for an extended period of time. As it would be nearly a vacation from my usual schedule, I'm sure we can arrange the financial part of it to be well within your means."