Ezra's mood lifts with that promise. It's not as much as he wants, but it's better than nothing at all. And maybe he can find something new every day to keep Garth'zel there a little bit longer.

Like an open book, it's easy to see when Ezra's expression changes to something a little happier, more hopeful, if still tempered by disappointment. "I'll come back tomorrow," he promises, coming to a decision he hadn't settled completely on yet. But Garth'zel's been nothing but kind to him, and Ezra's been around him long enough now that he doesn't think it's a trick. (The promise of money and more food helps, too. One good meal, or even two, just doesn't erase the memory of desperation, or fatten up a child who's still way too thin.) "Will you a'member by tomorrow?"