Then he... made this? Maybe he shouldn't be so surprised that he had taken up knitting alongside knowing how to work a stitch. Touched, he pulled it back down upon his head, and helped himself to the tea. Mercifully, his stomach hadn't given so much as a clench.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little pang when Alastor shifted out of bed. That nap had been one of the best he'd had in a long time, curled against somebody warm and (by his account) safe.

"Oh... That's very sweet, love. Thank you. Just don't go through too much trouble, now."