Asselin's face brightened with relief and he extended his hand. Ikaris stared at it pensively, then shook it. The nobleman then raised his cup of tea and exclaimed,
"To our alliance! Even if it's not alcohol, we can still toast."
Ikaris glanced at his own still-steaming cup and grumbled, "Never mind, a handshake is enough."
Then he looked into the blonde's eyes and resting his chin on his clasped hands, he asked seriously, "Now that you've promised me a Healer from your clan, who do you intend to recommend and when can I expect him? Since I have the day off, I thought I would move up my plans from this weekend to this afternoon. There may be some injuries and a competent Healer would be welcome."
Danchun, Malia and the others displayed surprised expressions upon hearing his words. From his voice, he sounded very serious.
"I'll explain on the way back." Ikaris apologized while nodding to them.
