"I can get you a vase, if you like," he offers quietly.

It's the strangest thing when you realise that you're watching one of your own habits play out in front of you. Viatorus certainly thinks so, anyway, as he watches Amelia pour tea as a way to focus and ground herself. He's never seen Amelia like this before. The woman so full of fire and a controlled energy. Whatever is wrong... it's bad.

"Please, sit down. You look pale." He wants to reach for her elbow, but his hand doesn't quite make it before he pulls back again. "Please, sit, and then tell me everything. Anything."