Eleven flashed a grateful smile and huffed a laugh over the warm tea.

"No, that's okay," he assured, "I'll be all right, but I appreciate the thought."

He veered toward the parlor where he was delighted to find the hearth already lit and warm. Eleven swiftly settled into a chair, cradling the cup between his hands and nursing it between small sips. He delighted in breathing in warmth even as the remnants of the cold shuddered through his limbs.

"I really am very grateful for your help. If there's anything you need while we're here, I won't likely mind if I can assist."