Adrien looked down at the plate again. Deep in thought, he repeatedly ran his hands on his hair, down to where it was tied into a small tuft of a ponytail; he then twirled the loose ends around his fingers, pondering his mentor's words. He took in a few deep breaths; some of the clouds seemed to have been dispersed, but he was still feeling rather shaken. He glanced at his half-eaten slice of bread and jam; he picked it up, brought it to his mouth, then furrowed his brow and put it down again. "I'd want to continue eating, but...".

"It's alright; you don't have to finish it".

"But it's so good - it's such a shame...".

A smile of sympathy and understanding appeared on Valerion's face. "Would you like some tea instead, and then maybe you can finish that slice?".