The next day arrived, bringing Daedric to Sullivan's doorstep.
"Greetings to the Crown Prince," Sullivan said, bowing his head respectfully. Straightening, he added, "I didn't anticipate you visiting me personally. Please, come in."
Daedric acknowledged him with a nod and entered, making his way toward the room that had been carefully prepared for his stay.
"I thought it was only fitting to pay you a visit," Daedric said, glancing around. "When I heard about your condition, I realized I was only a few hours from the border. It seemed a suitable opportunity to visit you since I was in Salhye."
"That's strange. Since when did he start caring for me?" Sullivan remarked with a hint of skepticism. "Or were you wondering when I'd be gone for good?" he muttered under his breath.
Daedric exhaled, a hint of fatigue in his gaze. "I'm not here to argue, Sullivan. I came to help you. Let's discuss everything after I rest a bit," he replied, maintaining his composure.
