Kael and Sylphie returned home in the early hours of the morning. There was no meeting, report or discussion in the corridor. Kael left a summarized copy of the events for Amelia, took a shower and went to sleep. When he woke up a few hours later, he found the nameless man in the garden, crouched in front of the primroses with the notebook open on his knee.
"There are two now," the man said, pointing toward the second sprout that had appeared during their absence. "And my flowerbed still has five."
Kael crouched down to look. "So we didn't destroy the garden by being away for two days."
"I took care of it," the man replied, closing the notebook. "I checked the soil before watering."
"I expected you to."
Sylphie appeared behind the two with a cup of tea in her hand. "He came to check the primroses before having breakfast."
Kael stood. "I was passing by."
"You crossed half the garden in the opposite direction from the dining room," she replied, following him.
