Part of why he didn't object to the meal was also that Billy was using his magic, to do something he wanted to do of his own free will. That was important, after the last month. He also wanted Billy to see that he was comfortable around said magic; he still didn't understand all of it or what it could do, but it was a part of Billy. That was all that mattered.

He took the bowl carefully, waiting until Billy settled before sniffing at the broth. It smelled better than the last instant noodles he'd had, back before he'd been taken by the Fleet.

"He loves you, yes? Your brother? Perhaps he thinks by forbidding you, that he's actually forbidding anything from hurting you. But it doesn't work that way."