"You will eat that, won't you?" He said, pointing to the food. "It will do you good. Will you be able to close the door?"
Again, Oliver nodded. He wasn't sure he could handle words now. He just needed sleep. Reluctantly, Verdant went towards the door. It seemed as though he was thinking of any excuse he could to stay, but didn't manage to land on anything appropriate. "I will come and check on you tomorrow morning, my Lord. Do take care."
He closed the door behind him, so that Oliver didn't have to. Oliver stared at the key in the lock, half forgetting its purpose. After a few moments of staring, he finally turned it, and was almost stunned by the sound and sensation of the lock turning in the hole.
