Luckily, Hermes did not think it was a real suggestion and he snorted. "You might be the sweetest person I've ever met," Hermes informed Henry. "And I get the feeling you think the help in that place was one-sided. It wasn't. I had been alone down there for three months by the time you showed up. And look, I hate that you went through it," Hermes said, looking down at his hands again. "But I was so grateful to not be alone. Don't tell anyone I said that. You got me water. Those two weeks with you were the only time I wasn't close to dying of thirst." Hermes had been chained to the wall so he couldn't get the water from the basin himself. Henry, who wasn't chained, could.
"You kept me warm. Reminded me who I was. And now you're reminding me again. So yes, Henry. You can have whatever you need to start a therapy centre to help other people be reminded of who they are. Couldn't think of anyone better."
Henry wasn't used to having praised heaped on him. He wasn't really all that used to anyone saying nice things about him at all, outside of his sisters and Iestyn and even that was recent. He blushed furiously and hid his face. "Thank you," he said from behind his hands.
"So is he always like this?" Hermes asked Iestyn, amused.