Stefan took a seat when Vlad was working through the bag and then he took the papers when offered. Placing his mug down on the counter, he held the sheets with both hands and his eyes went wide. It took a moment, but focus soon flickered to his master.
"I...I don't understand. You're giving my property back...?" The boy swallowed the hard lump in his throat. "Letting me go home for a little while?" He wanted to ask why, but he knew the answer to the question anyways. Vlad wanted to show that he could indeed be truly trusted and that he only had Stefan's recovery at heart.