John smiles at the offer of tea. It's such a simple thing but it's so English that he can't help but be comforted by the idea of it.

"Only if you'll join me, my dear," he replies, which is perhaps a slightly difficult answer, but he can only stand to be doted on so much.

He laces his hands in front of him, because his arm hurts too much to lace them behind his back as he might do otherwise, and he supposes that is a sign that he had better speak up about the condition of his injury.

"I have had worse injuries," he answers, allowing her to usher him forward towards the cot. "But I've certainly felt better as well."