Reading body language was at least something Daneel had years of practice at, fortunately. He touched Lydia gently on the elbow, encouraging her to follow.

"I'll put the kettle on," he assured her. At home, he could have offered far more -- a vast library of entertainment, any number of chemical sleep aids -- but the truth was there was little reason for any Spacer to have violent nightmares. There was no danger on Aurora. Very little happened, too, but there was no danger. Instead, Daneel had his own self and the technology of what was, to him, a medieval kitchen. "If you wish to sit up, I'm sure we can keep you company."

He could, he knew. Kobra would as well, he suspected.