[For once, Sandalphon doesn't doubt someone's intentions for leaving. The staff is there, and Ion assured him that he mattered. Ion will be back, so he doesn't say anything.
Very soon, he accepts the proffered parfait. It doesn't escape his notice how exhausted Ion must be.]
You didn't have to overexert yourself for this.
[At any rate, he turns his attention to the homemade (if it can be called that) parfait. Gingerly, he picks the spoon up and takes a small bite, savoring the taste.]
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Very soon, he accepts the proffered parfait. It doesn't escape his notice how exhausted Ion must be.]
You didn't have to overexert yourself for this.
[At any rate, he turns his attention to the homemade (if it can be called that) parfait. Gingerly, he picks the spoon up and takes a small bite, savoring the taste.]