Oh. That... makes sense.

[Somehow, though he knows very little about witchy stuff, which is what he assumes this boils down to (literally).

But that had been what he'd thought of, when she mentioned potions, and it is indeed nice to be correct for once. Lenka scoots over closer to the bed to make conversation easier.]

Thanks for trying. If... If you need help, I can, uh, carry things.

[Just don't ask him to do anything magical, that's useless.]