The call was quiet and he might have dismissed it had it not been his name. He straightened up from where he had been leaning over to examine a particular plant, to look up at the sight of one he hadn't expected to lay eyes on again. His surprise was brief, largely contained to his eyes.

"Lucius." He refrained from commenting on how poor the other man looked. Lucius no doubt knew exactly how badly off he appeared. There was no need to comment on it and remind him of it. "How long have you been here?" It was perhaps possible they had arrived at the same time, but events had no doubt conspired to keep them apart until now.