Jellal cleared his throat in an attempt to calm himself as he thought. Finally, he stated, "Fine. Maybe it's for the best. More people coming to investigate them might scare them off. If they are there…"
"Oh, I actually agree with you that there should be more than one person with me. Just not you," he peered up at Macbeth, whose smile grew tense. "Right, Macbeth? You don't have any love life, and it's not like you'll let me hear you anyway. You're free tomorrow, early, right?" And if you say no…
Macbeth's face contorted only for a moment as he warily looked between Jellal and Cobra. He took a deep breath before a practiced smile graced his lips. "Fine, I'll go along with you. I suppose I could help you just this once since you're been so…nice this week."
"Glad to hear it. Don't think I won't drag you out of bed if you're not up." The last part was said just above a whisper, but he knew Macbeth heard it as he snorted and turned to go inside their tent. Jellal then made Cobra promise to come back earlier and report which was exceedingly fine by him. The demon wouldn't object to shorter days after what he was sure was treasure troves of information already.
Macbeth was already asleep by evening when Cobra retired. He looked at his companion and wondered how it would go tomorrow. The anxiety lingering in his chest made every breath feel a little shorter, but somehow, perhaps because he understood things a little better than the past few days, he managed to quiet his thoughts enough to fall asleep at a decent hour.