[His touch is light enough that someone else might not be suspect, but she has a hunch as to what he's looking for, and her gaze drops to one side to follow it even as her grin persists.]

Eh. Leave you with a bowl of water and drop off a crust of bread now and then, you'll be good enough.

[She's nobody's ideal nursemaid.]

Anyone counting on me to look after them is fooling themselves.