[quote]”Th, thank you.” The young boy stammers. His eyes not leaving the cup precariously balancing on a small plate in his hand, as if trying to use sheer will alone to keep the glowing boiling liquid in its container. 
After a few more careful feet of movement he slowly slides the plate down onto an empty table only to look up and around, noticing the intended recipient is now gone.

Defeated he frowns and stands idly lost.
His eyes soon drift back to the fox-masked lady and Clay[/quote]

Lyren does not speak, they barely even move. And yet there is a feeling, an instinctual sensation, of the reply that would commonly be voiced in this case. That of, [i]"you're welcome."[/i]