Last he'd seen Ilda, she'd looked reasonably distraught, and he was pretty sure she hadn't been wearing a dress. Not that he would necessarily have noticed, when there were problems like visions and people crying to worry about, but... pretty sure.
"No sweat," he said, shrugging it off, and gestured to the wealth of available chairs. The teapot was still warm, and the one cup he'd poured steaming; he leaned forward, lifted the pot and poured another cup for her. "You look like you're doing better."
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Last he'd seen Ilda, she'd looked reasonably distraught, and he was pretty sure she hadn't been wearing a dress. Not that he would necessarily have noticed, when there were problems like visions and people crying to worry about, but... pretty sure.
"No sweat," he said, shrugging it off, and gestured to the wealth of available chairs. The teapot was still warm, and the one cup he'd poured steaming; he leaned forward, lifted the pot and poured another cup for her. "You look like you're doing better."