The embarrassment on Iris’s face didn’t slip past Cas. He hadn’t meant to make her feel uncomfortable about forgetting that high borns had their houses taken care of by maids. It had just been a strange thing for her to forget. Then again, he didn’t really know what she still remembered and what had slipped her mind, so he couldn’t really judge her for not recalling that detail. If she did come to stay with him tomorrow, he had a feeling he was going to have to get used to filling her in whenever her memory failed her.

Noticing something in her expression change, he leaned forward in his chair with interest. It looked like she had remembered something else about her life. He listened as she brought up her father. So, at the very least, she had memories about both of her parents. Maybe that meant they were still around. He hoped so. Even if she had to come to his place for a while, it was only a temporary fix. Going home to a family later would certainly be better than going back to an empty apartment whenever she got past her amnesia.

[color=#b97703]“If you want to give it a try, I’m sure the maids would be happy to take a break for one meal. Maybe it’ll help you remember why you know how to cook in the first place,”[/color] he suggested with a smile. Though it was an unusual hobby for someone in the capital to have, if cooking might help jog her memory, then he wasn’t going to stop her from trying it. Plus, he was kind of curious to find out what her cooking would be like. He’d only ever eaten the meals that had been prepared by his family’s chefs. Maybe her family had different recipes that he would like too.

[color=#b97703]“I’m not,”[/color] he assured her when she asked him not to judge her. She was definitely a self-conscious person, he’d come to realize. She apologized a lot about things he barely noticed or expected from her, since she was still recovering. It was considerate, but he hoped her confidence would return as she remembered more about who she was. She was beautiful and had a kind demeanor from what he could tell, so in his opinion, she had every reason to be sure of herself.

As she joked about learning how to use a phone, he laughed. [color=#b97703]“I can help you if you need it but I’m sure you’ll remember,”[/color] he said, pulling his phone from his pocket and spinning it in his hand. [color=#b97703]“I don’t know a lot about psychology, but muscle memory is different than other memories, right? I think someone told me that when I was in high school.”[/color]

Glancing down at his phone, he briefly unlocked the screen and then sighed when he saw that it was two minutes ‘til nine. [color=#b97703]“On that note, I should get going,”[/color] he announced with reluctance as he stood up from his chair. [color=#b97703]“Visiting hours are about over, and I have some things to do at home. If your family comes to get you tomorrow, give me a call, okay?”[/color]