The tea might be a little more delicate than he typically likes, but it smells wonderful and that's half the appeal to the drink.

He looks up to the jar with a soft smile. "It'll help with the soreness and phantom pains. Thank you. Here. Tea needs some minutes to steep regardless, this shouldn't take long." It's something to do and a small buffer to keep them occupied so maybe words could be a little easier between them.

He steps around to her side of the counter and pulls the shirt from over his head to fold and set on one of the bar stools. "I think along my right side here and across my shoulders...if you'll be so kind." He gives a small beat of silence before his tone turns softer. "If it's not your hand and we've already settled this morning-" a pointed glance. '-then what's put a tenseness to your face, my lady?"