Marcos watches him for a while, faint concern briefly knotting his eyebrows, but decides that he probably needs time to adjust and come to terms with where he's ended up. He seems to have calmed down, but whatever got him to throw that chair has to still be on his mind. Depending on what he left behind when he came here, he shares the frustration.

"Good." This isn't the time to barrage him with personal questions, and he's sure it'll come up while he's living under the same roof. He takes in a breath and lifts himself up from the chair, stiffly but without complaint, and gestures behind him. "It's a shared space, so help yourself to anything we have. My room is at the end of the hall. Just... remember to knock."

Lorna tends to pop in unannounced.

He nearly asks if he wants him to refill his water, but he doesn't want to be insulting just because he has a crutch. Hopefully he'll feel comfortable enough to relax once he's had time to breathe, as much as he's able to in a cursed village.

He'll keep an ear out if it seems to be getting to him again, but for now he'll let him have his space.