"Thank you very much for your kindness," Amos chirps, and finishes with his task quickly. He dons sock and boot anew, after some fussing with the lacing and a grunt and a heave to fit the bandaging within the boot. He wiggles his toes and sit back to investigate the tea.

He takes the cup in both hands and for a moment just breathes in the steam: it smells enough like the real thing that he's certain it will do. He sips it cautiously, lest he burn his tongue: he has no reason to suspect Bruce of poisoning him, after all. The man's a healer of sorts, and most tend to preserve life, not randomly poison strangers. After a few sips he grins at Bruce again. "Oh, that's good. Thank you."