The wind blew colder as time passed. Elliot was sitting on the guild's rooftop, a blanket of Yellow Rabbit fur was draped in his back. Sipping a coffee that Lance made for him, Elliot stared at the city's streets.
"How are you doing?" Lance asked, sitting beside Elliot with a box of bandages in his hand. "Oddly enough, there are no healers in the vicinity. I have to do this on my own."
"Let me," Elliot offered, not even letting Lance react before he placed down his coffee and took the boy's arm and the box. "And tell me what happened while you're at it."
"Well…" Lance trailed off, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt in Elliot's eyes. When he had found nothing, he sighed. "We followed you to the alley because we're nosy…"
~ an hour ago
"Lance," Connor ran up to Lance, panting. "Florencia's here to see Elliot again. Come on, let's follow them."
