He sips carefully at the tea, enjoying the way it soothes his throat as well as quenches the thirst - he's deeply glad she agreed to stay. Even with the medicine, he likely would have taken even longer to recover if he didn't have somebody there to look after him; he would have either had to stay thirsty or try and get up and fetch his own tea, and that wouldn't have ended well.

He blushes faintly at the question - though it's hard to tell when his cheeks are already flushed from the fever - and ducks his head sheepishly. Yet another reason he hates being sick, it makes him more loose-lipped than he probably should be.

"No, I was not born into the Lan clan," he admits carefully "but I have grown up as part of it, and they are my family just as much as the clan I was born into."

The name of which, of course, he is not mentioning.