"Oh. That's alright." Unaware of Amelia's self-criticisms, Viatorus continues to read and gather a couple of things. Even when he goes to rearrange the room, he uses magic to lift and move the coffee table and some of the chairs, bar the one with Amelia perched on top.

He opens the wooden boxes, pulling out several dark polished stones and setting them out along the invisible circle he's laid out on the floor. Holding out an open palm, he motions to the centre. "Make yourself comfortable."

After a few more artefacts are put along the circle, Viatorus vanishes and returns with another wooden box. It's only now that he settles, sitting down in front of Amelia, legs folded underneath him. "Are you alright?"