A week in closed quarters with a bunch of strangers. Exactly how I wanted to spend the winter.
Apparently, though, that's the thing that people are doing, and our fearless leader has stationed Sunny and me here. Could be worse- in all honesty, being crammed into a guildhall feels quite a bit worse than the fate we've been assigned. At least there's space here, and booze, and decent seeming company.
And a boyfriend to babysit.
Grinning wolfishly, I nod at Sunny's suggestion, sharp eyes taking in the assembling crowd. [say]"You know I'm down to drink away the week. You're the one who's been having trouble holding his liquor."[/say]
He goes where Rexanna leads, trusting but still hesitant. He is fearful of these monsters spoken of so frequently. He may have lived his entire life surrounded by eccentricities, magic, things that were normal that are not here in Caido - but monsters? No, the only monsters Clem had ever encountered were others of his kind. Cruelty in the shape of human flesh. So he's...intimidated. Scared. But Rexanna has not lead him wrong, and he is coming to love her perhaps too much for what the fragile boy inside would want. Yet here he is, taking in the password, listening to every order, quiet and complacent.
And then he follows them inside, and finds a place to curl up, going about the habitual motions of building up a sort of nest. Protective, somewhere to hide from everyone's eyes. It's weird not to sleep, but at least he'll have a place to curl up, much like an alley cat. At least he knows a few people here, which is a minor comfort in the face of his anxieties.
Evie takes a moment to appreciate her decision to visit the Spire before LongNight. As Dante trails along beside her, the sun slowly sinking down to be unseen for many days, Evie is grateful for the path that took her by him. She may not have a motherly countenance, or any instincts to hold and shelter the boy, but the idea of him portalling straight into LongNight's deadly grasp makes her stomach turn. Seeing him safely through the Temple doors helps ease that particular feeling, and she ruffles his hair as they part, intending to take her stuffed full bag to the Infirmary. She had labelled everything and her items were easy to distinguish for when she needed to take them back to the apothecary, but Evie fully intended on sharing if it was needed.
And her magic, if worst came to worst. Her healing was not nearly powerful enough to bring someone back from a grievous wound, but anything - anything at all - would be of use during LongNight.