Ferdinand nodded solemnly, knowing well that his reassurance would only be worth so much. But his hand remained on her shoulder for a significant few seconds before his gaze shifted back to her, and realizing that she was still wearing his bathrobe, he quickly stood up, clearing his throat. His cheeks were stained with a light blush, though at least this time, it was less because his thoughts were wandering and more because he felt like perhaps he was being unintentionally forward with her.

"Ahem... anyway, I should check on the water," he excused himself, quickly turning and moving back to the stove. The water was getting close to being ready, and he didn't want it to boil over. The last thing he needed was for something else in his room to go wrong.