“… Yes, Abraham.”
Slow to relax, it takes obvious but willing effort for Erik to return the embrace. A soft smile is there, if Abe looks for it.
“I’m sorry,” he adds quietly.
‘i forgive you. claudia will have to hear zis from you herself.’
he lays a hand on the man’s cheek a moment, a physical gesture of how appreciative and happy he is to see him again. abraham has a hard time keeping track of all of his friends, especially the ones that are warriors. ‘now. i have been designing my own infused teas- you vill drink und tell me what i have missed.’












