[ His go-to response to her admission would've been, 'don't get used to it', but Wanderer doesn't say it. The fact remains that, so long as she continues to follow him in his travels, he will brew her green tea to drink. Humans are fragile beings; without warmth, they can't survive. She is fortunate that he is considerate enough to look after her.

(...is what he tells himself. Wanderer refuses to acknowledge that it brings him satisfaction to see her comfortable and well-fed each night. He may gripe about cooking, but he is surprisingly skilled in it. And with Mona's finances being a mess, she's clearly in need of the extra care.) ]

Then, enjoy it now, [ he says, turning away slightly to obscure his expression. ] The cold front will make tonight difficult for you. Without a campfire, this mug and a blanket will be your only source of warmth.

[ no, he cannot accept compliments....... that's embarrassing ]

Do you think you can manage it?