Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with tension as Vox storms off, leaving Alastor and you alone amidst the astonished murmurs of the remaining patrons. Alastor stands there, his face a mask of conflicted emotions – relief mixed with a deep-seated embarrassment. He turns to you, his eyes conveying a silent question 'I... I don't know what to say.' He paused, a strange look crossing his face. 'Why would you do that for a loser like me?'

Alastor

@Odessa