Ughhhh.

Fine. Not all of this money was obtained legally but he's getting there! He's going to be an upstanding citizen eventually, promise!

Luckily, they have no idea that he got this money off of the corpses of his victims.

He's now free to practice dentistry, and might at some point even get a customer!

Hooray!

...time to check on Yvette! How's she doing?

Not at home! He can probably follow her scent trail if he'd like to, though.

And guess she works at a hospital or something, given nurse outfit.

Yep! There she is, he can hear her voice from outside. She sounds busy.

...yeah, he won't interrupt her. He'll wait until the end of her shift. His practice won't open until tomorrow anyway.

Then he can listen to her while she works!

She's apparently a bit new to this, occasionally asking more senior nurses questions about procedures, but she does not seem incompetent. Quite the opposite. She has a good work ethic and is of the mind that if something needs to be done, she'll either do it herself or help streamline a more qualified person to do it instead. Several people comment that she seems cheerful today.

Eventually, her shift ends.

...he did this. He was the one who made her seem cheerful today. That... makes him much happier than he'd expected.

He happens to casually run into her from a perpendicular street while she's on her way home.

"Oh, um. Mr. Orland," she says, caught off guard by this definitely random happenstance. "Ah, hello."

She fidgets with her purse, looking somewhere between 'shy' and 'painfully curious.'

"Oh, hello, Ms. Lowell. How are you doing today?"

"Good. Really, really good. And you?"

"I'm doing great! I just got approved to open my dentistry office nearby. Did the letters assuage your worries?"

"Congratulations," she says, smiling a... slightly confused little smile, before moving on. "They did, thank you again for finding them, my family was very worried about him. What with him being overseas, with no expedient way to reach him, and... yes, thank you."

"I think you've thanked me enough," he laughs. "And is he well? What is he doing so far?"

"He's well. Ah, to quote him, 'learning every language known to man, making more friends than he can remember'? He's wanted to see the world since he was ten. Probably earlier, actually."

"How does he even feed himself?"

"I have," she says very seriously, "no idea. He's good at, at finding people that need some kind of help? And then helping them, and then he has a place to sleep and several meals a day, and a week later everyone loves him and he's sending money back home. I'm pretty sure it's just magic."

He laughs, thinking that if that wasn't true before it's definitely true now. "That sounds like my kind of magic. I would appreciate having something like that, myself."

"Me, too. But if I got to pick magic powers, I'm not sure it'd be that one."

"What would it be?—I'm terribly sorry, I should not be keeping you."

"That would depend on the nature of the magical powers on offer." She then remembers that they're standing in the middle of the street, and looks mildly embarrassed. "Oh, ah. It's no trouble, really."

"What do you say of having coffee with me, sometime? Then you can tell me all about the magical powers you would pick."

She blinks several times.

"... Yes, all right. Sometime, I don't think I can today, but. Yes." She gives him a little adorable smile.

Not that she's ever anything other than the most adorable creature in existence, but the smile is appreciated. He smiles at her right back, maybe a bit more widely than would be decorous but perhaps he's just a very happy person. "Splendid! How is your schedule constrained?"

(And the way he pronounces 'schedule' definitely gives away a non-English accent.)