Sol slips a plate of food into Jerome's tent. "I'm sorry."
The wyvern rider was confused. The food offered to him seemed delicious; however, it wasn't mealtime. On top of that, he was offered an apology. For what?
--Then he remembered a small annoyance from long ago. But how had Sol found out about that? Surely he hadn't realized the slight that had been pushed onto Jerome? After all, it was his own fault for being late to the meal that night. The next day, he hadn't even considered it an offense.
But regardless, the concern and kindness the knight displayed was thoroughly touching. Jerome was speechless; even moreso than usual. But finally, he composed himself enough to offer a quiet response.