Sitting curled on the couch, Elan was calmly reading. He wore a perhaps overly snug fitting and garishly red shirt. He did not necessarily understand the humor involved, but it was what happened when one bought one's shirts off of the bin of surplus sold at a loss. He commented calmly to her.

"You look very cold. A hot bath has been drawn if you would like the use of it."

He knew that Shelley walked home and seeing the weather had drawn a hot bath for her use once she returned. Every little thing that he could perform would help.