"...promise you won't... do anything?" she said, but didn't expect an answer and came in anyway as you offered.<br/><br/>She moved in, glanced about, and took a seat on the couch, sitting with her hands in her lap.  Waiting nervously, she offered a weak smile.<br/><br/>"Do you... want me to get you something to eat?  It must be hard to cook with your arm..." she offered meekly "Or... maybe I can brush your hair for you, or something..."