"She's pretty good as a healer too, and she knows her duty." Malachai murmurs back with a faint smile on his face. "She was all upset of course, can't blame her. Toshie was quite willing to give it all up to serve Nainokami at the drop of a hat so she said." Or rather at the drop of one particularly careless sorcerer. "That does sound like fun though, taking her out for a pampering trip, she deserves no less. I remember the days of not having a healer around and I am glad we have her now." The auburn haired man sighs then, shifting restlessly against the growl of his stomach and that of his own uneasy conscience. "I don't know about my brother. I mean former brother." The slip came easily to his tongue, to think of Hotohori as a sibling though they'd never been close. "I'm having those nightmares again. They make me confused though, like what I remember and what I thought I remembered don't quite match." He trembles slightly, biting at his lower lip. "I don't know what to make of it, I don't like having these doubts."
The *ding* of the elevator signals the arrival of the man with the food and Kieran waves him further into the room, making him come all the way to the couch with the cart. "Thanks, just leave it and I'll take care of the rest," he says, shooing the other away quickly. Once he's departed, the model settles Malachai comfortably at possible so he can eat, uncovering the dish and wrinkling his nose as he passes it along. "Eat. You need your strength back no doubt. Malachai, don't get stuck in the loop of the past. Trust me on this one. Whatever mistakes you or he made that time, it doesn't matter. Now matters. We can't change the past and we shouldn't live by it. I learned that lesson the hard way. I don't particularly want to lose you to ghosts." He knows how ironic that sounds.