Her approach was tracked with a suspicious sidelong glance, and Tony winced again as she raised a hand like he sooner expected to be hurt, though he didn't withdraw. For a moment, he remained tense under that touch, his anxious hands effectively stilled but clearly questioning how much he deserved it, then his cheek was warming with a new squirming awkwardness with Lark's reassurance. They weren't supposed to be talking about him. "World would be a dull place without its fools," he smirked, withdrawing then so she didn't start pinching or something in punishment for using her own words, and he could try to breeze through, "Really, thank you for the blanket. I feel like--I didn't properly appreciate it, before you told me all this, what you were really giving me, who was giving it to me."