"Books, a few tools for leatherwork, some fancy pens, a few knicknacks to pass the time," he did a mental recap, both of them having done an inventory before they came over. It was calming, to put things in order and mark them off a list. "We weren't sure if your tastebuds would respond the same? So we're hoping the food helps." It was slightly heartbreaking to see the initial delight dampened by circumstance. And that same guilt from before snuck into the back of his mind about unconditional. Zevran had been right. But this was hopefully temporary and they'd weather this storm.

His smile is softer than he expected it to be, feeling a strong empathy for Zevran... and Isaac, to be in their respective positions. "You two doing alright? Gosh, I sound like a parent..."