[Sadrain]

November 29th, Chicago; Base.

Elek was sitting at the table, leaned over some papers, hand supporting his head. He had recovered from the word trouble within another day, and there were no other apparent effect on him. How he felt on inside, was a little different story. It was most likely the first time when he avoided someone, as he did with Alice right now. Even if Elek knew he will have to talk with her eventually, he wished it would happen later than sooner, and when she, hopefully, would feel better and stronger. The man made sure she was under the best care, though, and was also rather curious about her. Just not ready to face her yet.

He noticed Amante a little later than he normally would, and then, slightly startled turned around. "Oh, hey, come in, have a seat. I am glad you came. I wanted to have a word with you, but didn't want to disturb you." In reality, Elek just didn't want to go into Alice's room, but there was no way he would let Amante or anyone else know that.

"I appreciate all you did for me, all of us, and that girl. She will be taken care of as good as possible, that I promise to you. And if you want to stay here longer, it's fine with me, just let me know so I can arrange someone else to watch over Leila," Elek assured his friend, half wondering what was his relationship with this "Alice". Did they know each other? It seemed like Amante certainly recognized her... But even though he could find out the truth, without Amante ever noticing, Elek respected his privacy and wish to stay silent about it.

"How was it going with Leila, by the way? Is she still so rude to you? And how is she acting, nothing too suspicious?" He asked, a little nervously, remembering how haughty Leila had treated Amante the first day.