Will someone please call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart

Grimshaw didn't know what he was feeling. Maybe leaving early without telling Malachai was a bad thing. But did he really want to know? He'd asked if they could talk about something first, and although he knew the man just wanted to go to sleep he felt that they needed to talk. Grimshaw was going to be leaving early in the morning and didn't want to explain everything then... If Malachai had maybe listened, he'd see this as some kind of get away. A vacation of sorts, though it sounded silly. Why would he want to go somewhere with him just so Grim could sleep at night? It wasn't Malachai's responsibility to make sure Grim got a good nights sleep.

Although his time spent traveling south to Boreas hadn't taken him exactly a long time without sleeping, he wondered if he'd noticed that he was gone by now. Of course Grim didn't spend every night with him but he did wonder if Malachai had noticed. It was a silly thought and something he tried to ignore as he entered the familiar grove near by the old castle he struggled to call his home for so long. There was something refreshing about being back in Auster that he hadn't expected and decided to take a break. It would be somewhat rude to come knocking on the castle doors so late at night, anyway.

Picking one of the many trees, Grimshaw would settle beneath one and retrieve a small snack from the satchel he borrowed for his journey as he would wait out the night avoiding sleep until a more appropriate hour for arriving at the Hallows by surprise.

"Speech."