[ that's not something he can just ignore. Zara continues preparing the tea, putting the heat on for a silent moment or two, but he's quick to turn to her afterwards, dark eyes soft with concern. ]

... I see. By yourself... [ he smiles slightly; there's sympathy there. He's been there, too. ] Well, if you would have me, I'd be happy to teach you plenty of things now that you're not alone.