[ He almost insists on the laundry a second time, but something about her hesitance catches him up short before he can. Maybe there's something about laundry he's missing, or she really does have enough clothes to spare, or he's doing too much, or doing it the wrong way -

It's probably the last one, so he should do less, for a minute. See if that evens things out. ]

...okay. [ He smiles, uncertain but warm. ] Thank you, Ariane.

I can go wash up and come back? Or we could go somewhere else, if that's easier - and we don't need to rush, either. You should take a minute to rest. That was a lot.