Happy to see Seraphina eating the most of her dinner, Gideon nodded like a proud father and collected the plate to put it away with his. He'd be there the day after, the one after that and hundreds more to make sure she was looked after, he was sure.
"I have faith that the Gods won't kill me in such a boring, gory way." He said easily with a laugh, not quite seeing himself as fittingly ended by a brick to the head (and hopefully, Mort agreed with that).
Knowing Sera well enough to be aware of when she was really hurt, he laughed, rolling his eyes. "I know. There's about fifty here." He ran a finger around the inside of one of the modelled windows then looked up at her with a lopsided grin. "Luckily for you, they're my favourites too. Especially with stained glass." The glass in the temple, coloured and light-transforming as it was, often seduced him into spending hours simply looking at it.
There was more to discuss than just lunch and windows, though. Drumming his fingers on the table, Gideon leaned back in his chair, wondering how to start. "How are you feeling, Sera? About this illness? At least none of our own are succumbing to it...except for Finn, but it sounds like it might well have been due to his own error."
