"It's the least I could do. I'm just glad I could help."

His smile widens and he gets to his knees in a clunky, awkward fashion that's only made worse by how lanky he is. Once he's up, though, he offers her a hand. "The spare bedroom is just through here. It has an en suite that you can use. And if, somehow, you set something on fire accidentally, my wards will wake me up and tell me, so I can help."