She almost offers to help, but decides it would be more of a hindrance than anything, attempting to dodge floating objects so she could bring her own cup and saucer to the sink. She settles for keeping her hands in her lap, out of the way, until everything is cleared.

The bag of cat treats is immediately recognizable for what it is, and puts a smile on her face. She slides off her seat and follows her host. "Micolash takes care of him?" She thinks back to the glowing slug creature that lives in the caged scholar's head, how delicately the man handled it, treating it with genuine affection. A glimmer of humanity in that troubled mind. "I'm glad they get along."