"I'm alright, really, Quen." And the truth of the matter was, considering all, he was tired, maybe a little worn down, but mostly fine. This was pretty much a constant state of his life at this point. It was what happened when you went into his line of work an were even half good at what you did. How the girls kept up with it, he wasn't sure sometimes, but they all did, one way or another.
"You sure?" Darius paused. "I don't mind helping." Though it was clear from her movements, and how everything seemed to be going smoothly, that Quen had things under control. Taking a moment, Darius noted the location of things around the room, trying to be sure he wouldn't trip up any of her organization systems before moving to sit down as directed.
It only took a few moments before she returned, offering up the tea she'd just made for him. Darius smiled, she'd come a long way from when they were kids. "Thanks." The small box had been tapped against his leg a few times since he'd say down, she'd most likely heard it. "While the tea's seeping, I bought you something from the festival." He leaned forward, gently placing the box into her hand that contained the handheld which had raised braille letters on the keys and a function that would speak the text that displayed on the page.