Speak of the devil's daughter, Ludvig thought.
No, he internally took it back. Even that was too mean.

The back of his right hand should already be facing Linceleste the moment he was in her sights. Evidently the spikes aren't skewering it anymore, neither present were any wounds they would have left. In their place were indented scars, spots of thin skin slightly paler than himself.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup] "I'm fine. See?"

Wiggles his three other fingers that aren't holding up the coffee cup.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup] "Nothing wrong with sipping coffee alone... Unless you came here to make it [i]less[/i] alone?"

Flapping his left hand, urging her to approach.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup] "Come. You're not too young to drink coffee, are you?
	Wait, actually don't drink coffee. You'd want to sleep early for tomorrow. There's some milk on the pot here, it's just been pasteurized..."
	
Grabs a cup and a ladle, fills the cup with warm milk, hands it to Linceleste.
	
[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup] "By that, I mean boiled. Should be safe to drink.
	I suppose it's been safe to drink from the start but eh, can't hurt to be safer."
	
Leans back onto the cupboard. Takes a final, huge sip from his cup of coffee.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup] "You definitely have your mother's hair. Not her eyes though, hers were a lot more... striking."