[Allen tries to keep his order until five dishes. Something reasonable.

He settles back in his booth. Of course he's happy to see Link whole and healthy (and still very much concerned, about what the Apocryphos might have done to him), but it's.

Complicated. A part of him is still itching to get away.

He glances down, at his hands resting in his lap.]

I returned home for... it must have been over a year. I've lived through it all now. For me, it's been two months since that night in prison. [ he supposes he should just get this out there, ] I never returned to the Order, Link.

[ firmly, ] I'm not going to. Not now.