He hooks the edge of sleeve cuff over his elbow properly, before reaching for the coffee cup after he's watched her depart. The taste isn't so much as savoured-- because by now he can only sense that much in the dullest of senses-- as its warmth, which feels like comfort. Lucius had simply watched silently as she'd handled his hand and wrist, offering no complaint, allowing himself to relax rather than get wound up again.

Remembers, then, that she'd expressed gratitude in the form of convenience that he'd come. He'll have to ask why.