I see Aaravos flinch. He gets up. He looks around.

"Good morning." I say.

"Hm?" He turns to me.

"I said good morning to you." I say.

"Oh." He looks around.

"You look like you've never seen a morning before." I say.

"I have not seen many." He admits.

I look at him in surprise.

"When you're born among the stars and heavens there's really only one color." He says.

"Oh, okay." I say.

"But... good morning." He says.

I hand him something. He looks at me.

"It's just a simple stew. Breakfast." I say.

"I didn't think you cared." He smiles.

"Care is a strong word for this." I say.

"Hm." He chuckles.

He takes it. I let out a breath.

"You're cooking needs work." He says.

"I'm an assassin not a cook." I hiss.

"Have you ever heard of multitasking?" He lifts an eyebrow.

"Very funny." I hiss.

I turn. He stands up.

"Aaravos?" I ask.

"I have... a favor to ask." He says.

"A favor?" I ask.

"It seems only fair since I saved your life." He says. 

"Maybe you're right." I stand up.

"I've been right for centuries." He says.

"That might be true." I cross my arms.

"I need your help finding a prison." He says.

"A prison? Who's imprisoned?" I ask.

"My uncle." He answers.