[Past] Accident, Murder, or Murdurr?

Malachai’s stride slowed as he turned his head, glancing back at Novella and Gustav. A soft chuckle escaped him as he noticed how the Tart Maker seemed to cling to her like a frightened child finding safety. His grin sharpened, his eyes glittering with an edge of mischief.

My, Novella, you have quite the gift for soothing the skittish, he remarked, his tone dripping with amusement as they waited on the lad. He's so sweet and precious, isn't he? Like a frightened little rabbit. It’s probably for the best that we’re sweeping him away from this dreadful place. They’d positively beat that out of him if we left him to linger too long.

Malachai let the thought hang in the air a moment, his expression flickering with mock pity before it shifted back to amusement. He paused in his steps, turning fully to regard Gustav, his imposing figure somehow both inviting and intimidating.

Now, Gustav, Mal said, clasping his hands behind his back as he leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial tone, I have something of a penchant for… fostering talent. More aptly, acquiring it for his own means. A sanctuary for those with extraordinary gifts, if you will. He straightened, a flourish of his hand accompanying his next words. You’ll have a space of your very own to weave your pastry magic. Supplies, tools—anything your little heart desires.

His eyes narrowed just slightly, a calculating gleam within them as he added, But that sweetness of yours? Hold on to it. It’s a rare thing in a world as… crude as this one. I don’t want it affecting the tarts you’ll create for me.

He glanced at Novella, his grin broadening. See, darling? I can be quite generous when I’m inspired. He gestured for them to continue walking, his voice lilting with satisfaction. Now, let’s get this little treasure home, shall we?

@Novella Tilani
OOC: Prob wrap this here or on you.