*looks utterly startled but his feet are only rooted to the ground for a second as he murmurs a greeting to Lucas*
*addresses you in a somewhat strained, somewhat small voice* My Lord Ecthelion. *manages to smile, though, because you do look well, or something like it, even though he feels impossibly tired all of a sudden* *runs his hand through his hair and looks over his shoulder to see that Lucas has gone* I -- Uh. You look well?