Fou-Lu takes one look in quiet calm, years of battlefield experience keeping him from upsetting them with a useless outburst. He sets the tray on the nearest surface and, moving smoothly, gathers them into a gentle embrace. He knows how to be delicate in this one respect, anyway. He stands on tiptoe to find a spot away from the bruising to kiss, just as softly. And that's about all his death-tolling body feels up to, but it can cope a little longer as far as he's concerned.