[Ferran shakes his head faintly and takes the tea carefully in his hands, grateful that at least he's not in a state where he'd risk dropping the cup. He'll take a night of pensive mourning over unstable panic any time.]

No. I'm sure it never even occurred to them. [He takes a moment to blow gently on the drink, though he doesn't try for a sip just yet.] Where I'm from... nobody knows that magic even exists unless they have it. They wouldn't have had any reason to think a piece of jewelry could make someone try to kill us...

[He raises his eyes to her, a faint glimmer of something more pleasant than the topic of conversation. Just simple gratitude for a normal gesture.]

Thanks, though.