Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Though he was...incredibly reluctant to leave precisely where he was in that moment, Ignis did shift and pull away at the request, reminding himself that, yes, actually, it would be good to have something to do right now that involved something physical and tangible and not just his head spinning at an alarming rate with all sorts of thoughts in danger of colliding into each other. So he turned himself and his attention toward where he'd heard the steward [lacing the tray, took a moment to feel around for the place of everything before setting to fixing her tea. Precisely as he usually did, exactly as she liked it.

And, of course, he'd smelled the coffee as well, and he'd tend to his own cup after handing Liliana her cup, leaning in to deliver it with a soft gentle kiss.

Because, of course, he'd also sensed that expectant energy from her as well. And, with the concern for not getting it right tightening the muscles in his shoulders, he figured it would be best to just focus on what he did know.

Even the part of him that wanted to object to having coffee at this hour was quieted by the reminder that he might need it, should it turn into a long night of frustratingly dealing with portalocity gnomes.