[She'd be lying if she said she simply changed attire on a whim. Howl didn't like it when things get too serious, that's a fact. Whether it's chalked up to his Legacy or what she's already seen of him firsthand, it is in part for his sake, though her only intent is to alleviate matters. Make an effort at pretending that things are normal, that they can still live their lives here and relax a little, when the mission they went on and the results they reaped were anything but.

He sits, and she gets on pouring them both a cup of tea. Once done, she also assumes her seat.]

Of course, we could all use a change of pace after everything that's happened. [Tea time break very much counts.] There's more to recovery than just resting, though. Have you been eating well?

[Nag or not, as to emphasize her point, she picks a macaron off the plate of sweets, its color a pale violet. There are small wraps and sandwiches too, if he's not feeling much of a sweet tooth right now?]