“Yes, sir. Everyone has been very kind to me though, sir. They did not have to be, but they were. I like the people here,” he traced the letters stamped on his cuff with a sort of quiet reverence. Scott seemed to surround himself with people who not only seemed disinclined to abuse him but actually appeared to care for him and his welfare. Alcuin would be lying if he said it didn't make his heart swell with affection for him. “I am very lucky to be here, I think.”
Alcuin glanced at him briefly and noticed for the first time the hearty amount of food he was preparing while they conversed. Everything about it looked absolutely delectable to his hungry gaze, but he always found himself surprised by the amount of food they consumed. It wasn't something he ever noticed about himself, or the other slaves he had been with in the past, after all. Did they ever eat that much?