"-ter… Master!"
Vyan's head jerked up from the desk, startled by the sudden voice. "Benedict, you nearly gave me a heart attack," he muttered, pressing a hand to his chest. "You should have knocked before entering."
"I did, Master. Several times, in fact," Benedict replied, his voice gentle but laced with concern. His eyes briefly flicked to the untouched plate of snacks on Vyan's desk and his red-rimmed puffed eyes. "But you didn't answer."
"Oh… sorry, I must have dozed off." Vyan rubbed the bridge of his nose, his expression blank. "Anyway, what is it?"
"It's dinnertime, Master. You should come down and eat."
"I am not hungry," Vyan replied flatly, beginning to gather the scattered documents on his desk. "I think I will just sleep."
"You didn't eat much at lunch either, Master."
"I said it's fine," Vyan's tone was almost mechanical.
