Three days. Alastor thought to himself as he finished a cup of water. In that short period, he had missed his daily allowance, a commission for a mission he was sent to do, and no doubt, the little food he had cooked for himself was now rotting in the fridge.
He had never been passed out for this long, but he guessed Miss Ivelle had been close to death. It must have taken everything to bring her back to health.
"You seem upset. Don't worry, I'll compensate you for your lost time," Caspian said, with just enough kindness in his voice that it didn't sound condescending—like most people in his position tended to sound.
Alastor shook his head. Although he would have loved that compensation, he said, "That's not necessary. I was repaying a debt to the Miss, so it's only right that we keep it as is."
"You're still the same," Caspian noted. "After all these years, you're still the same. You think you have to lose something or suffer to repay someone for their kindness."
