Dedue settles in at the table and graciously takes his croissant.

“That will most likely be unnecessary,” he shakes his head. “The cast is coming off much earlier than anticipated. A man named Oswald used some sort of ‘party trick,’” he narrows his eyes, “which reduced my recovery time to half. I am close to being fully healed.”

“I have settled in well enough,” he adds. He doesn’t really want to give her any details, since he doesn’t know if he can trust her. So that is the most he will say.