Sol slips a plate of food into Jerome's tent. "I'm sorry."
The wyvern rider was confused. Â The food offered to him seemed delicious; however, it wasn't mealtime. Â On top of that, he was offered an apology. Â For what?
--Then he remembered a small annoyance from long ago. Â But how had Sol found out about that? Â Surely he hadn't realized the slight that had been pushed onto Jerome? Â After all, it was his own fault for being late to the meal that night. Â The next day, he hadn't even considered it an offense. Â
But regardless, the concern and kindness the knight displayed was thoroughly touching. Â Jerome was speechless; even moreso than usual. Â But finally, he composed himself enough to offer a quiet response. Â