Not long after his meeting with Kilo, another knock came from the door.
"…What?"
"I-it's Tobias, m-my lord. I-I made breakfast. It's not great, but—"
"I'm not interested."
A moment of silence passed beyond the door before Tobias' hesitant voice came.
"I-I know that, but you still have to eat, so—"
"Did you not hear me?"
Zephyrion's words came out cold.
He knew this would affect the ward negatively. Seeing his master in trouble and being unable to help was reopening an old wound. Yet he had no time to babysit someone simply because they felt helpless. He needed time to think.
This… this was far too important.
But the acknowledgment and departing footsteps he expected never came. Instead, Tobias spoke again.
"My lord… I'm not leaving here if you don't come have breakfast."
Zephyrion frowned. He was about to speak when Tobias continued in a quieter voice.
"…It's not really for you anyway… my lord…"
