They finally reached the last point where they left Leron with the corpses and the wolves. The jittery Ilvedian prince distracted himself by doing chores and he himself prepared dinner for the first time.
When he saw Vladstin, he immediately rushed to embrace him. "Where have you been, Vladstin!? I was so worried, you don't even know how much I... Anyway, you're back now. I'm glad that you are safe."
Vladstin did not mind the hug, but did not move at all either to reciprocate it. He just stood stiffly in Leron's arms, eyes focused on Sangfroid.
"I'm not glad that I'm safe, but at least Mi—er, Sangfroid is with me."
Leron gave Sangfroid a look and the big man shrugged. "I finally managed to stop him from referring to me as this 'Min Libitino', Leron. Now we all refer to our first names."
Sangfroid walked over to the boiling kettle. "Did you really..... prepare this yourself? For me?"