Lucien had only glanced towards the door and the guard, then at Bella, before his gaze had gone strictly back to the fire. After nearly ten minutes of letting the strange silence float in the room besides the fire crackling, he spoke, his tone rather deep and smooth, almost soothing if he cared to make it that way. "Did they put something on your back for the pain?" Was the only thing he had asked, not even glancing at her for his eyes were still glued to the fire. One would think that perhaps with how intently he was staring it would've been speaking to him. And though it wasn't exactly, it would've been hard to explain to anyone else.