Fenrir, upon walking in and noticing his brother’s state, decided to chuckle a small bit as it raised memories of back in the day in which his time with some of his Former team, before the incident that took his arm away. He felt the familiar, tingling sensation of phantom pain on what remained of his shoulder.<span style="font-style: italic">”That was a simpler time.”</span>he thought to himself. He was happy to be somewhat of a co leader of the new team he was on in the same guild that brought him up as a child.<br/><br/>Still smiling he went to go get his coffee, leaving an unassuming Cain to his hard earned slumber. “I’ll wake him up later before it turns noon.” He affirmed.<br/><br/>——<br/><br/>Avorna, still recovering from his wounds, silently regarded Draco and simply took the food and ate. “Out There? With Them running about waiting for me to slip up my next disguise? I’d be a goner the moment that happens. Especially with that...” He then shut his mouth, mostly due to the good food now in his mouth, and some due to the fact that he felt spilling the beans got the demon in trouble and leading him to be in this predicament.<br/><br/>“You’re too kind for your own good child.” He simply said, continuing to eat his meal.