"I can accompany you to the kitchen." Because...yes, it would be a bit of a disaster, him trying to head there by himself without guidance. Her hand moves to rest on his forearm, a constant reassurance of her physically being there beyond simply being just a voice. Or, in the case of his limited eyesight, from what she assumes, a dark shadow against light.

"If I cannot heal your vision fully, I will gladly be your eyes. I can even try to fix you some of the tea I've been drinking."