Elian watched in confusion as Rowan strode into his room, holding the white hyacinth in his hand.
"How are you?" Rowan asked, standing beside Elian's bed.
Elian shut the door and faced Rowan, still short of words.
"I'm... better," he replied, slowly walking over to Rowan.
Rowan hummed. "I spoke with Soren. My cousin won't tell me anything; I had to ask Soren myself... why did you not tell Rowena it was I who offered the food?" he asked slowly.
Elian sighed. "I did. She didn't believe me."
Rowan stared at Elian for a moment and nodded. "I'm sorry," he said.
Elian snapped his head to Rowan, eyes widened in shock. "No, no, you don't have to apologize. You did nothing—"
"On behalf of my cousin and his fiancée, I'm apologizing, because I know they're never going to—" He approached Elian, his brown eyes softening.
"I know you hate us... nobles, and I get why. But I wish you could see me as a friend, your very good friend." Rowan spoke gently.
