He stayed with their foreheads pressed, confident now in the answer to his original question: no, Lucanis was not alright. Far from it. He hadn't really expected him to be, but it was good to have actual confirmation instead of denial and insistence that coffee and stabbing someone would fix it all.

"He's your brother. Of course you did."

Davrin's voice is slightly louder without him meaning it. While he knew there were probably people skulking about, he didn't have the training or instinct to keep a voice from carrying in what were- in his opinion- absurdly large and echoing rooms. He winced just a little at the striking difference between the sound of them, but didn't move in inch to pull away. It was up to Lucanis to actually call the shots on that even as he offered:

"Let's find that room, hm?"