"Slow down, tiger. The food isn't going anywhere."
Liam lifted his head.
Dylan Wellington stood a few steps away from the table with a tray in his hands, looking noticeably better than the last time Liam had seen him. His blond hair was no longer full of ash and twigs, his face had more color, and the worst of his exhaustion had lifted enough for his green eyes to regain their usual mischievous glint. He still looked like someone recovering from a week of poor decisions and worse luck, but compared to his half-dead state after Nalim, he seemed almost reborn.
On his tray sat what Dylan would no doubt call delicacies, though to anyone else it looked like an unnecessary combination of sweet pastries, meat, fruit, and something covered in sauce that probably should not have been eaten before noon.
Dylan dropped into the seat across from Liam without asking.
