[Gallagher]

He'd been walking for some time.

Some time being — Erik pulled an old flip phone from his pocket and flicked it open — ... some time. He'd forgotten to check the time when they left. Or when Saber had wandered off. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that it was well into time for lunch. Obviously, no powerful mage could afford to go around skipping meals and being hungry. So, wobbling and clanking suitcases in tow, he turned into the first place with food he could find: a bakery.