Garrot sighs, long and deep and brimming with fatherly disappointment. What's worse, Luka will undeniably feel, in the core of his being, the equally disappointed glower that's crossed the bugbear's face. This is utterly unacceptable.

"That's once per meal. She can get used to the sound of you chewing." He's deadpan about the remark, enough that he might even sound serious. "Call her twice a day. Once in the morning, and after each monster." The fierce concern is still prevalent, but it's overridden by what is absolutely an order.

"And you're going to text her. Right now." And all of a sudden, he's back to being threatening. "Because if you die, the world is more interested in reacting than letting her grieve." Someone sounds like he's speaking from experience...