And who said it was pity? [ he tsks under his breath as lyney tries to brush off his concern, his genuine concern, and instead wriothesley heads into the kitchen to start on the tea. he'll also put together a sandwich in the off chance lyney is hungry... but he's not so sure he's going to want to eat. ]

[ he doesn't exactly know how lyney likes his tea, so he's going to take a stab in the dark... light on the sugar. he arranges everything on a small tray and brings it into the living room, setting it on the table and taking a seat besides lyney when he notices he's curling in on himself. his wolf tail gently starts bapping on him as he takes his own cup of tea in hand. ] Tea's ready. [ he says simply... sipping at his own drink as he continues to idly brush him with his tail. ]