"I probably should," he admitted. "I don't really feel hungry, but I know I'll just get sick if I don't."
He stood as well, before pulling her into a hug. "Thank you," he said simply. "I couldn't have done this without you." She was still the only person he had ever really talked to about it besides Cassandra. But Cassandra had just known. He hadn't had to say anything to her.
When he released her, he pulled his scarf tight again. "I still feel a little queasy whenever I hear Latin," he admitted. "Which is a pity, because it's a beautiful language." At least it hadn't been his mathematics tutor who had done this to him. His life would have been vastly different, were that the case.