In response, Tuo very gently takes hold of Vervain's hand and coaxes it down from his face before he can hurt himself. "Vervain? No." Though his arched eyebrows can't be seen, it's entirely possible Vervain can hear the archness in his voice. "Misery follows torment, of the sort we give to ourselves, and to others. Who among us is tormented more than the Profane?"

He reaches out for the teacup, collects it up, and gently presses it into Vervain's hand. "Drink some," he encourages, "before it gets cold. There's a bit of clove and anise in this blend, perfect for a cold day like this."