[ He simply watches her speak, studying the minute changes in her expression as thoughts unknowable to him roll through her mind. What he sees is just a glimpse of what he senses to be consideration for others that runs deep. Her speech calms him; he feels bad that he flew off the handle when Ori essentially said the same thing to him. But then again, he's feeling much better now. That isn't her fault.

You can't do every tiny bit on your own. He knows this logically, and he has told himself over and over that he's not alone. The way they all come together, come to him in the aftermath of distressing events should tell him this. Yet he always finds himself putting himself to the side and others first.

Old habits die hard, he supposes. ]

I think you're right. I admit, it's not something I'm used to. Circumstances at home often meant I was the one looking after others, and rarely the other way around. You'll have to forgive me if the transition is...not as smooth as it should be.

[ He opens his mouth slightly, I hope you'll let me worry for you, regardless, dying in his throat as he does. That probably goes without saying, but the phrase embarrasses him, for some reason.

He clears his throat. ]

Speaking of care...

[ The smile comes back to him, growing slightly over his face. His eyes flit to the cafe beside them, an empty little table accompanied by two chairs sitting outside the window. There isn't anyone else inside or around, considering the time of day. ]

Would you care to stop for refreshments before we head onward? My treat.