Claude smiles softly at the way Lorenz almost melts into his touch, though it's telling how much pain he must be in, so he doesn't linger too long. He has to keep him busy, keep him distracted as much as he can. He draws back.

"Sounds good. Sit tight and I'll prepare it. Do you want something to eat, too?"

Claude talks as he grabs cups and a teapot, then fills the kettle with water to boil. Eating something certainly makes Claude feel better, at any rate, though maybe Lorenz doesn't have the appetite right now.