"Lucky number four," he remarked, a touch on the bitter side. He shook his head, pushing the thought aside and just packing away his medical supplies again now that the job was done. He would need to sit for a bit longer, feeling like his legs were jelly.

Instead, he allowed himself to just be aware of Gabriel cooking food. It was strange how homely that felt, like some of those very early mornings at some of the inns he favoured where the matron of the house was bustling about cooking for the influx of people waking. Serve coffee and just let him exist in their sphere because they knew they were safe while he sat quiet by the fire. Earned himself a few free meals that way.

He turned his head when he smelled that meal come closer, surprised the gorgon took the spot next to him again. "Appreciate this," he murmured, taking the plate as if he could see it and picking up some fruit first. Still in season, which he was grateful for.

"Once we finish with the chimera later today, I'll be out of your hair."