He tried not to let the hurt show on his face as she flinched at his touch. He knew it wasn't him, well he hoped it wasn't him. He was pretty sure it was still the aftermath of the cage. He really wished he could do something to help.
He moved his hand away, not wanting to push her. Letting her move at her pace. She was finally out of her room, which was a big step in her recovery. He knew it would take time. He could tell his attempts at soothing her weren't really working. But, he couldn't give up, couldn't abandon her, especially when she was obviously in so much pain. He smiled, "Banana tea, now there's an idea. But, I think a nice cup of English Breakfast is probably a better idea right now." He stood up, and held out his hand. "Let's go put the kettle on."