Cas nodded when Iris said she wished she knew who she was. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to go a full day not remembering more than his own first name. He couldn’t blame her for having a hard time with it. Hopefully she would start getting useful pieces back that would help Dr. Emett figure out which family she belonged to. She deserved to be surrounded by people who cared about her after everything she’d been through. At least her pain wasn’t unbearable though. It could have been much worse if she was both amnesiac [i]and[/i] dealing with the discomfort of her recent injury.

When she said she was going to owe him more than one drink, he laughed. [color=#b97703]“I mean, if you really want to, I won’t say no, but this stuff was only about three bucks.”[/color] Despite his nonchalance, he really did hope she would still want to get drinks with him after she recovered. If she got her memory back completely, she would also remember who he was too. Every high born in the capital knew his face. It would be disappointing to meet with her again, only to be treated the same way every other girl treated him: awkward and unnecessarily respectful. He wanted to keep talking to her the way they were now with no important title looming over his head to make things weird between them.

As Iris made a face at the muffin he’d brought, Cas blinked in surprise. Did she remember something? His hunch was confirmed when she looked up at him to express that she wasn’t fond of blueberry muffins, and he grinned. [color=#b97703]“No, that’s great,”[/color] he shook his head when she said it wasn’t much. [color=#b97703]“It means things are coming back to you. I think it just takes specific triggers to unlock the parts you can’t get to right now.”[/color]

At her point that she might have lived alone, he mulled over the possibility. He didn’t know too many people in the capital who lived on their own, since everyone pretty much survived off their families’ wealth, but there were a few apartment complexes here and there for people who wanted to be by themselves. If she had been living in one of them, it could take a lot longer for anyone to notice she was missing, and she might be stuck at the hospital for a while longer.

Deciding not to bring up the depressing thought, he eagerly jumped on her change of subject. [color=#b97703]“Nice?”[/color] he chuckled, handing off the two snack options she did like. [color=#b97703]“Yeah, right. Just yesterday you were saying you hated it here. The food in this place must be God-awful if you think it’s even worse.”[/color]

Taking the rejected muffin for himself, he made himself comfortable in the doctor’s chair. Unlike the wooden seat near the door, this one was cushioned and had wheels. It even swiveled at the base, the kind that would keep him occupied if he needed to entertain himself.

He ripped open the plastic packaging around his food and crumpled it in his hand before tossing it into a nearby wastebasket. [color=#b97703]“Well, I guess this [i]is[/i] kinda nice,”[/color] he admitted, taking a bite of the muffin as he leaned into the flexible back support of the chair. [color=#b97703]“At least it’s peaceful here. Not as much zombie moaning as I always imagined I’d hear in a hospital. If we just had some music, it would even make a good two-star café.”[/color]