"Y-young lord."
The sudden voice made Zephyrion frown. He emerged from his mental space a moment later and fixed his eyes on the figure standing before him.
Of average height, with strands of hair veiling parts of her face, it was none other than Fiona.
Zephyrion's gaze lowered to the object in her grasp, wrapped in layers of cloth.
Only a few days had passed since that incident, and this was already the third time she had come to him.
Feeling his silent gaze on her, Fiona quickly lowered her head and extended the object with both hands.
"I-I… I brought you this, young lord."
Zephyrion allowed a faint frown.
"…you don't need to keep doing this."
"B-but I have to repay you… somehow…"
"You already did."
Fiona shook her head firmly.
"That… that doesn't feel like enough, young lord. Not after everything. Please… accept this. Let me repay you properly."
She pushed it toward him again, her fingers tightening slightly around the cloth.
"…"
