Adrien chuckled, a bit flustered. He ate another piece of frittata, then he paused to think about the events of the day, and about how mortified Valerion seemed to be about the whole incident. The faint somberness that seemed to shroud him that evening told Adrien that, in spite of his previous attempts to reassure him, he was still blaming himself over what had happened. He needed to let him know that everything was alright. Adrien took a deep breath, then another; then he spoke again. "And -- really, I -- I'm really very grateful for everything you've been doing, everything -- I -- I really can't thank you enough". Although Adrien couldn't help but stammer as he attempted to give shape to his thoughts, each word that he did say was spoken clearly and resolutely. He breathed in again, then continued: "I -- I just wanted to say -- we all make mistakes! -- I don't think that what happened today was your fault at all, but, even if it had been, we -- we all make mistakes -- and you can trust me about that; I'm pretty well-versed in mistakes, I am somewhat of a collector", Adrien interrupted himself with a dark chuckle, "so, please, believe me -- it's alright; and, besides, nothing really bad happened - I'm perfectly fine now".