It's been a busy spring for Prometheus so far. Working on repairing his studio and replenishing his inventory, as well as checking on friends. He had heard that Azwel had been injured during the major food expedition -- cursed, some said -- and the Titan made a note to pay him a visit as soon as he was up to having visitors.

He comes to the hospital with a box of baklava and a vase of chrysanthemums. Stuck inside just as everything is starting to bloom seems particularly unfair, so he's hoping the spot of color will cheer the man up.

"Azwel?" he says, leaning against the doorframe, not wanting to intrude if the man is trying to rest. "How are you faring?"