"You're back so soon?" The woman was a bit shocked to see Hecathe coming down the stairs for the third time.
"I'm here to return the knife and also for the breakfast," Hecathe informed and there was no longer that coldness evident in his tone that he had showed to the Dorgon just a few minutes ago.
"Ah! There's no blood on it. Turns out you really weren't planning a murder," The woman muttered as she looked down at the clean knife that had been returned, "But it's... Bent?"
"Sorry about that," Hecathe apologized as he placed the knife down on the table and took a seat.
"Oh, dear! What did you use it for? This knife is usually strong and can even cut through a rock without any problems," The woman informed with a bit of surprise as she asked, "What were you cutting."
"An egg," Hecathe answered honestly and casually as if this answer was normal.
