The carriage rocked gently as it stopped in front of the dormitory building. Lantern light spilt from the entrance, casting warm gold across the cobblestone path.
Rin stood before the carriage door momentarily, the box of pastries placed carefully in his arms. Before he could step down, Ezra's voice cut through the quiet.
"Rin."
He turned his head. Ezra sat with his hands resting lightly on his knees, eyes calm but... heavier somehow.
"Would you like to work at the temple? As my personal doctor."
Rin blinked at him, trying to hide the 'what the fuck' look on his face. He wasn't expecting that question... not from Ezra.
"...What?" He mumbled. "Are you really asking me that?"
Ezra's tone remained level.
"It's just a suggestion. You don't have to see it as a threat, okay? You're free to think about it. You'd have your own quarters, resources, and security."
"Hold on a second, Priest..."
"Call me Ezra, Rin. Go on..." Ezra interrupted him.
