"Why didn't you say? It must have been terribly annoying. Two voices at once. An echo." He realises she's not listening, though he's none the wiser about her reasons.

Before he manages to say anything else, he feels her relax and an unexpected weight falls against him. Unbalanced, he finds himself falling until he slowly lowers them both down onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling and reminding himself that he has a young woman sleeping on him, the awkwardness brings a blush to his cheeks. Very slowly, very carefully, he slides himself out from under her, giving her a pillow to cling to instead. He pulls her feet up and drapes a blanket over her.

All that done, he brushes the hair out of her eyes and, after a moment's consideration, uses a little magic to encourage her dreams to dissipate. To become fuzzy and difficult to form, let alone remember. It won't be the same as the tea, but hopefully it will ease some of her distress, if it works.

While she sleeps he drinks a cup of tea, and if she still hasn't woken up by then, he'll make a quick trip to fetch some fresh croissants and a vase for her flowers. On this occasion, he hopes she won't mind him borrowing the keys to her apartment.