Chastened, Jody obediently poured a glass of water from the pitcher at the table near the door and placed it at Aria's bedside. She had handled his inappropriate remark with such grace that he felt immediately ashamed of himself, and was filled with gratitude to be merely allowed to listen to the ensuing conversation.
But the feeling quickly passed. He had been invaluble, on numerous occasions in fact, and proven his worth to Iliana, at the very least. He had merely to bite his tongue, at least from time to time, and look for ways to be of actual use.
So he sat at the edge of the bed when Aria mentioned conversing privately, so as to ensure he heard everything even if she lowered her voice, and waited.