Lucanis was not touched often in ways that were not violent. Not for a long time. If he'd been asked a day ago he would have thought without question a hand on his neck would have set him off, too much training to ever be comfortable with it. He doesn't want Davrin to ever stop touching him there, now. It's comforting. Anchoring. Lucanis feels like he can breathe.

"I apologize. I - suppose I am not entirely 'over' my time in the Ossuary and what happened to me there, as I had previously thought."

He exhales, soft, a breath against Davrin's lips.

"... Thank you for showing me a way out. I suppose I owe Spite some gratitude for dragging you in as well."