Lucien is clearly in bad shape, and when he reaches for his mask, Caelus' gentle hand reaches out to touch his hand to stop him from tugging at it. It seemed like a fixature on their face -- stuck there even. Tugging at it can't be good for him, so the grip on his hand grows a bit stronger as they sigh softly. One arm still wrapped around Lucien to keep him straight and as upright as possible.

"You're at the party, Lucien."

Frightened... Well, if that's the case, Caelus will still keep their arm around him in a comforting motion. The hand that's on his mask slowly bringing itself to Lucien's hair, and brushing it back from his face so that they can asset the situation. Able to tell that there's no illness, let alone injury on his body. This seemed more emotional, and Caelus holds him close.

"It's alright. Just stay put here, and I'll protect you."