It's not Kalim's room, but it's fine. Jamil is relieved enough at the distraction that he's not going to protest it.

"Thank you for the tea, Lilia." He takes the two remaining mugs in his hands, automatically moving to sip from the biggest before pausing halfway to his mouth.

"Oh, ah, what did you make this with?" He tries to make it sound like idle curiosity and not like he's trying to determine if it's toxic.