[It's less about who has the tea, and more about doing something nice for her. He means it as a gesture of caring, taking charge of handling the beverages for their little chat so she doesn't have to, for once.

Plus, he's a bit shaken after watching all that. Making tea gives him something to do, which helps him gather himself and focus on something other than his lingering sense of alarm.

That's why he shows up with a pot already brewed. When Susato comes downstairs, he's already in the kitchen, picking out a pair of teacups for them to use. The pot of tea is waiting out on one of the guest tables, nestled within a bundled up tea towel. When he hears her arrive, he pokes his head out to greet her, hair is still noticeably rumpled from interrupted sleep.]

I, I brewed us some chamomile... I hope that's alright. I realize perhaps I should've asked what kind you would prefer...