Amberdrake pointedly pulled one of the worn, cloth-covered chairs away from the table inside the kitchen for Cassian, and then went to make the tea. The feather wasn't visible from the kitchen, at least.

Back when this had been an office building, and his work-rooms had been the actual offices, this kitchen had been a small break-room. So, it had a little space, if not a ton. There was no canvas hanging from the walls, unlike in the lobby, but the loathed drywall had been painted in colorful designs instead. The lighting was more of those floating mage-lights, nothing so harsh and sterile as the original over-heads. Brighter in here than the lobby, but still warm.

He selected a calming tea from a cabinet that was full of too many types to easily count, and started the water. His hands were steady now, at least.