He doesn't really need to see her face to guess, though in this light it's hard to be certain.

"Ta," he says again when she lifts the teapot from pouring, and settles onto the couch next to her to accept his cup.

There's silence as he takes a careful sip of the tea, slurping a little against the heat of it in a bad habit he only lets slip around siblings, and lowers his cup again to the saucer.

Softly, "All right there, Lu?"