[ALANOR]
After the failed breakfast attempt and yet very successful cover-up by Unar, Alanor cast a spell to make them some fine breakfast as they stayed in the Wynter compound.
For a moment it was almost like both of them had forgotten everything about their current reality. They were supposed to be a prisoner, while the other was the master. It was not complicated though, because Alanor had stayed behind, ready to pay for all that he had done.
"The next time you get hurt, make sure to tell me alright?" Alanor said for the hundredth time, as he fixed Unar up.
The burn mark got him suspicious because he had tried to think of anything in the Wynter kitchen that could result in such burn marks, but he had failed to know. Maybe his mate was telling the truth, but why did Alanor feel like there was more to it?