He probably still has some clothes of hers, so he can at least give her something clean to wear. Eames sighs, watching Arthur go back to the living room, and then heads off himself to get a bundle of clothes for her.

He'll be back down soon with a jumper and some trousers that are either Nancy's or roughly her size at the very least. He doesn't interrupt the conversation when he does, just drops them on the couch and wanders back to the kitchen to get his coffee.