It's rare to see Chives as anything but perfectly still, Zoe thinks as she leans against the door, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. There's a certain calm precision in everything he does, but then - it hasn't been a particularly calm day, has it? Not since she left the castle earlier to visit Hadyn, at least.

His words have her flicking her eyes in the direction of the dungeons, just for a moment, before they settle back on his. "Maybe some tea?" She offers. There's something just slightly uncertain in her tone that hasn't been there since she was a young Heart infiltrating Chives' kitchen in search of coffee.