He smiled in relief, please she was a reasonable person and wouldn't simply run off without much rest. He would feel and likely act differently with a relative stranger living in the house with him alone, but it was still better for his conscience that she took his offer. Plus it would be nice to entertain a guest. He had not done something nice for someone for awhile, not that he wasn't apt to, but it seemed every chore he did was an obligation and not a kindness. He stood up, his height and solid shoulders apparent once more, particularly because she was still seated. "I do." he said, going to clean up the pans. "But they're off visiting my Uncle miles away and they'll be gone for a few days." he confessed. He wiped his hands of grease on a small cloth so he could begin cleaning, speaking as he started. "I should be living alone, or with a fiance apparently. But my siblings are all too young to help my father out with the more important things he needs help with so I've stuck around for a few years." Once she was done, he'd take her plate and refill her water cup with the barrel of water in the corner kitchen, handing it to her again. "I know we have some hand-me down dresses in the room down to the right at the end of the hall, where my father still keeps some of my late mom's dresses. Sorry if that's weird, but that's all we have. Though we do have quite a lot of knitting equipment through the foyer, because half of what we do here is sew to make textiles to sell, so if you want that instead, then certainly." He had an earthy and earnest way about him, though it contrasted the clear capacity for exacerbation and intelligence she saw when she first found him on the ground or when he'd handled the thugs. He moved like a mule at work. Then again people did say that about Two Rivers men. They could give mules lessons and teach stone with how stubborn they were. "How about this? You can check on if a dress fits and I can sew your dress back up later, and while you're changing clothes, I can make a hot bath." He spoke matter of fact-ly, like a man that was born into work. [@Penny]