"Not at all," the angel smiled, closing the door behind him as he entered and hovered uncertainly near a chair. "You look quite... rather, I mean, of course you wouldn't look... Ah. It's nice to see you, Loki. Is there anything I can get you? A glass of water perhaps? On another day I could lend you books from the Manor library, but..." today I come on another matter, his voice ached to finish. He cleared it roughly, mindful to pull out a handkerchief and press it to his mouth as he did so. Something about immune systems of invalids... even though it was just clearing his throat.

"Would this be a good time to talk?" he asked awkwardly, hands resting on the back of the chair. "Are you feeling well enough to, I mean? I'd hate to cause you any undue distress..."