It was a long, hard fought battle- which of course left you more than exhausted once you finally got to safety. Stephen noticed this- not that it was difficult. He invited you to the Sanctum Sanctorum for tea which you accepted immediately.

You're now sitting at a table together, warm tea cradled in your hands as you look out at the night sky- the moon dimly illumining the quiet yet welcoming room.

Stephen takes a small sip of the cup, gaze still on the sky above- before it turns to you, the gaze firm yet not judging, firm yet gentle.

"I hope you're recovering smoothly."