Hazel shuffled out of his room somewhere around the same time that Haven made his way downstairs and took a seat at a table. Yawning and rubbing at his eyes as he tried to wake up, he listened to Maeve as she walked close to his side, whispering to him and throwing the occassional sympathetic look Haven's way. Finally she pulled away, clapped Hazel on the shoulder, and marched off to go catch some shut eye. The sun would be rising soon and, yes, she did happen to be allergic to sunlight. It was a pity since she did miss the day and being able to tan, but at least she had an excuse for now having to deal with the body.
"G'morning, dears!" she said cheerfullyâ€"though she shot Hazel a quick and meaningful lookâ€"before she took off down a hall to her chamber.
Which left Hazel standing there blankly, still half asleep and trying to process everything. Eugh...Maeve had bailed on her. And aww...the healer guy did look really down in the dumps, head on his arms. Either that or he was still tired, but Maeve had babbled about how sad he'd gottenâ€"well, according to herâ€"when she'd told him the lady had died, and that it wasn't her fault the lady had died, either, she'd just checked up on her like she'd been told.
Hazel believed her, of course.
Hmm...
Running a hand through his curly hair, he stood there a moment longer as he let his eyes adjust. Maybe the guy was hungry, and if there was one thing he knew, it was that a good meal could brighten anyone's spirits, right? Besides, after the way he'd passed out yesterday and the energy he'd used, he'd have to be hungry!
Be a good way to wake himself up, too. Couldn't feel tired with nice smells wafting all the way to your stomach, and hey, that woman he was supposed to get rid of...pfft. Wasn't like she'd be going anywhere.
So with that in mind, Hazel gave a quick stretch and a long yawn, back popping, before he headed off to the kitchen to get things rolling. He didn't bother to greet Haven yet, because that would spoil the surprise! Besides, while he was at it he might as well prepare the ingredients and warm up the hearth for the rest of the day when the customers started coming, and...well, then he'd get to the woman. Didn't want the customers upstairs to start asking if they had any dead rats in the walls or anything. Wasn't good for business.
It wasn't too long before Hazel bustled on out of the kitchen, a white apron tied around his waist and a tray balanced on one hand, loaded with a plate full of food and a glass of what must have been orange juice, because it was orange. He gracefully slid it onto the table in front of Haven, of course forgetting to warn him in advance because he once again kind of forgot that he was blind and that might surprise him. Well, it wasn't that he forgot, it was just that he forgot to act in a way that was blind-person friendly.
"Heya, Healer. Brought you some breakfast!" Hazel announced, sing-song, before he plopped into a chair across from the man and propped his chin up in his hands. "On the house, yet again. Figured you need it. You looked beat last night. So! I gotcha orange juice and some orange slicesâ€"very high in energy!â€"and pancakes, because everyone likes pancakes, right? Man, I wish you weren't blind, though. Then you could get the full effect. Needless to say, though, your breakfast is quite happy to see you and it wants to be eaten, so you better not make it sad. You better not be sad, either. That'd make everyone sad."
Indeed, if Haven could have seen, he would have noticed that there was one large pancake and two smaller ones so that the overall design was that of a mouse. The larger pancake had a smile made up of blueberries and eyes made up of whipped cream and strawberries. The nose was a slab of butter.
"Hey, by the way, Healer, I don't think I ever caught your name."