alastor

Complain? Me? *shifts position, fingers reluctantly releasing yours* I suppose... if you're offering... something light would be... acceptable.

*laughs* acceptable it is then. *heads to kitchen* eggs and toast sound good? I'll go easy on you.

*settles back with a soft smile* Perfect.

*pushes self up on elbows despite the strain* You remembered? *reaches for a cookie, movements still somewhat unsteady*

*gently pushes your shoulder back down* hey, easy. here, let me help. *holds cookie to your lips* open up.

*eyes widen slightly* I can feed myself! *reluctantly opens mouth anyway*

Lead the way then *leans forward slightly*

*wraps arm around you again* this way, lean on me

This is quite the predicament *takes careful steps forward* The great Alastor, needing to be smuggled like some common thief.