That turns him thoughtful, and he finds himself even more thankful. Adia is not physically strong or fast, in a time where that is a distinct advantage. The fact that others are looking out for her makes for some small measure of reassurance. Not that he's about to share this train of thought with his friend just now. "I'm not surprised. It's not hard to know that you're worth saving."

Reynard's grin widens. "If I were better at baking I'd make one for you, but I leave the art to the artists." As he says that, he spots a café with nice little cakes in an intact window. He steers them closer and, on finding it's open and not being used to help organise the cleanup, steps inside and holds the door open for Adia. It's a small shop, but the cake and pastry selection is plentiful. The person behind the counter isn't human, but they look large and friendly, as if they've eaten a few too many of their own goods.

"Take your pick. Do you have a favourite cake?"