[Zekarion follows suit, both with the silence and with the eating. There's an almost defiant sense to the way he takes another sip of the lemonade after that, but it fades soon after, once Scott speaks up again.
He responds with a simple question, doubt in his voice no longer:]
Where is it?
[He'll follow the suggestion; he can always assess how valuable it might be when he gets there. And if it comes down to it... he's fairly sure he can protect himself from anything untoward while he tries to rest and recover from whatever this is.
He... won't be saying goodbye or offer any gratitude as he departs, though; the most Scott will get is a pause and a glance after he's gotten to his feet, like the lad is simply supposed to read his mind before he turns and leaves...]
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He responds with a simple question, doubt in his voice no longer:]
Where is it?
[He'll follow the suggestion; he can always assess how valuable it might be when he gets there. And if it comes down to it... he's fairly sure he can protect himself from anything untoward while he tries to rest and recover from whatever this is.
He... won't be saying goodbye or offer any gratitude as he departs, though; the most Scott will get is a pause and a glance after he's gotten to his feet, like the lad is simply supposed to read his mind before he turns and leaves...]