"Anything you have would be nice," Asterion said with a nod. He had long since stopped apologising for showing up at her doorstep, since she had assured him over and over again she liked it when he dropped by.
Of course, usually when he did so, he was checking on her. Ever since taking her out of that awful hospital, Asterion had been very protective of Erato.
"I think I need to talk," Asterion said, and then he sighed. Talking was not one of his strong points at all, so this could be a disaster. "I'm feeling things."