He shrugged. "They like treats. I would keep some in your room. You don't have to, but they won't be entirely prompt otherwise." He closed the lid of his trunk, looking up at her from where she sat on his bed, her arms wrapped around her legs as her head rested on her knees. It had been a somewhat disturbing realization, to discover that he would in fact miss her. He had never before felt tied to anyone, and it was somewhat disconcerting. Would it be a hindrance to be worried about this witch? To feel a drive to protect her?