Lucius' nattering helps, though it's the touch that startles those horrid images from his mind. He blinks, feeling a bit like a drowning man. He takes a breath. Then another. Smiling a bit at the tattoo. That reminds him of... He touches his arm...

"Oh now that's fabric. I was afraid I was going to get hives." His voice is faint but at least he can see the room. He lets out a breath and then a soft laugh.

"Ed did? He suggested a charcuterie board? That man is full of surprises." But he's not really that hungry. "I'll just have the water, please." He hands the bottle for Lucius to open and leans back on the pillows.

"I would have liked to see that fight. I bet it was amazing. Did you take notes? General impressions? Oh..." He rests a hand on Lucius arm. "Please tell me you got a sketch."