[... Ah. Was that the equivalent of his leaves? Bulba's brows knit just slightly and he nodded, drawing his hand back. He was suddenly glad to have asked first.

Seeing that just lifting his head suddenly seemed to be an ordeal, Bulba helped himself to crouching down next to him and the table instead. One arm was lifted against the table edge, and Bulba leaned his head against it with a smile.]

You're welcome. If you liked it, I'll pack up some for you for later too.

[It might have been hard to guess that anything could have been wrong, if it weren't for the burns that were much more clearly present at this close angle. An amount of the burns were already almost healed over a week later, but there were lingering, angry splotches of red along the edge of his jaw and throat where the damage had been more severe. The towel that was back on his shoulder covered the neck of his sweater, so it was unclear if they went much farther than that.

Those were definitely new.]