[ Hah. Trahearne gives a quiet chuckle at that. It's a coinflip as to whether or not Kaspar will be home, but--well. It won't be the first time he's brought someone back, and they're generally open with one another, anyway. It'll be fine.

After depositing the money for their drinks, Trahearne turns to leave, the glance over his shoulder being the only signal for Adelis to follow. Is he getting bold? Perhaps in the first weeks of his stay here, he would have been much more flustered, more awkward about this. But he has learned, grown comfortable, and now he has...sort of come to understand that the authority he trained himself to exude at home has a similar effect on people here. Some people, at least.

As he steps into the light and sets the course for the farm in the forest, he slows to allow Adelis to match pace beside him. ]

I have one request of you. [ His tone is serious, his gaze set straight ahead. Despite his polite language, the way he speaks suggest this is non-negotiable. ] I am injured. The wound was serious, but it slowly heals. I ask you do not aggravate it.