Saga lifted her eyes, more than a little amused at how quickly Alabaster had adjusted; from the way he was bustling about the kitchen, it felt like he'd lived here a lot longer than five days. He probably wanted to get back as quickly as possible, though, and she'd recovered her strength; she could send him there now.

"Just toss me an apple, and I'll be fine," she answered quietly. "I probably don't want to try sending you back on an empty stomach."