He had been fully physically recovered from the dragons for weeks now, but Cash would not count himself anywhere near emotionally recovered. He'd put silencing charms on his bedroom walls in case he started shouting in his sleep again. His mind kept drifting back to Ellory. He was sure that Adrienne was struggling — she had been injured more than he was — but he did not know how to reach her.

Continuing their dinners together on weeknights seemed like the best way to do so, at least for now.

"What is it that you wanted to discuss tonight?" Cash asked, pouring red wine into his glass. He was hoping that it was not anything too serious — he was lacking in stamina for serious conversations, lately.