He takes the tea with curiosity, though it slowly turns muted again as the relief and adrenaline fade. The motions of making a pot are easy as Amelia's fussing kicks up again. It's easier after this morning than any of it yesterday, at least. Even if he's still...unsure of himself. He feels okay with her right now.

"I made breakfast for Jacob earlier and ate some of it." A couple bites. He just hasn't been hungry. "I'd direct you to make some toast for us, but I know better."

He offers a small smirk before returning his attention to the tea.

"My magic's returned. I've some lingering soreness, but the visible bruises are gone." He pauses and reaches for mugs. "How's your hand?"