She finds herself unusually pleased at Nigel's approval--the curse, likely, amplifying things to extremes she wouldn't normally reach--and sets the tea near the cups, then heads off to retrieve the boiling water from the stove. It's a familiar process, and it does help to keep busy, though all the tea-making in the world wouldn't help as much as just having someone else in the room with her has.

"I know, but it's only fair, isn't it? Making sure not to take more than one gives in return?" But then she finds herself pausing, redoubling back onto that thought. "But I suppose that's a bit easier said than done, really, because it's much easier to help someone else than it is to ask for it yourself."