Song sees her charge eating and bow to her. "Habbits are hard to break." She had to think her words, "Put on a robe. Please sit and eat. You cannot go around barely dressed." She looks at his healing wounds. Her stomach growls. Song lays out a tunic of soft cotton and pants on the bed. "After you eat, bathe, I will tend to your wounds.  Then you may dress. We are going to take a walk on deck if you feel up to it." She sits and butters the pancakes. She adds honey to the tea. "This smells so good. How are you feeling this morning?" She looks at Euan, he was thin, his small frame had dark bruised left side and healing wounds all over. They were not deep for the one on his leg. Song was a bit concerned if it would affect his dancing. He would need to build up his arms to lift her. The dancer thought of the basic steps she would teach him. Once he learned to dance they could make a bit of money.