Once the healers had told Loki that his Anthony would survive, he felt a knot unwind in his stomach. He wished a way to show his slave how much he was treasured without overstepping the invisible line that must be maintained, and so he had prepared something for his return. Not that Anthony would see it until he eventually made his way into his own little chambers, for on his bed would be a new set of finely worked dwarven tools, the highest quality in the realms.

That was for Anthony to find later.

He grinned as his slave appeared, leaning back in his chair to very deliberately take another bite of his fish despite the teasing.

"How must I perform my work without sustenance? I have been waiting on your sluggish need for rest, I did not think to see you ever rouse from the comfort of the healing halls. I worried that you had become too accustomed to others bringing your meals."