He caught the vague flicker as she turned to peer up at him, and swivelled his eyes to hers to look down. His gaze was... Warm was too strong a word perhaps, but certainly much less rigid than she knew it could be. There was a small smile at the corners of his mouth and that he'd favour her with a glance at all spoke volumes. The arm not responsible for cradling her in place rose to her cheek and stroked it to give her reassurance, though it was a far shot from him actually telling her she'd be okay, or kissing it better. Instead he granted her a reprieve.<br/><br/>"Save that for tomorrow, like I said. Tonight will be gentle and easy, and you will get a full nights sleep to recover as well as you are able." His grip tightened briefly as his hand fell away, and he clearly considered the conversation complete. He said no more as the cart rolled on, leaving himself to his thoughts and Zoey to her dozing, still snuggled up in his arms.<br/><br/>Soon the cart slowed, and stopped. Quentin patted Zoey to rouse her a little, popped the door open and passed a small handful of money through a small sliding compartment in the front, where the driver took it. With plenty if encouragement and a little help for Zoey, the two exited the vehicle and slipped into the side entrance of Quentin's home. They made their way to the large elevator in the centre of the room, where Quentin tapped the button to send it up before stepping lightly off it. "Tell them to have dinner ready in,let's say, half an hour. Then bathe, dress up some, and wait for me in the dining hall." He instructed as she rattled upward, before smiling fleetingly, and stalking off in search of his household manager.<br/><br/>His own tasks saw him sorting through a few deliveries and penning a message to someone who had tried to visit; tedious work that he was grateful to be able to finish swiftly. He had a tumbler of brandy half gone by the time he arrived for dinner, and a large appetite.<br/><br/>He wandered in, eyes fleetingly switching to her. "Better?" He enquired, with the vaguest hint of curiosity but not much more. He settled into one chair at the end if the large dinner table and nursed his brandy idly. He clicked his fingers and wordlessly beckoned Zoey across to settle beside him, summoning her vaguely like he would a dog.<br/><br/>No sooner had he sat, though, than steaming dishes of fresh vegetables and roasted meat got carted in. He was served a large stack of the stuff, with most of the leftovers being placed on a second plate. This he handed to Zoey, complete with knife and fork but, as best she could tell, nowhere to sit save the floor.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>