Clemente
He's grateful that she doesn't poke and prod more than necessary. Maybe in time he'll tell her his story, if she cares to know it. But today is too soon. Not when his world still feels so close, when his trust in Rexanna is still so feeble. Instead he nods to her words and moves on. He'd rather not dwell on his age, or the fact that apparently in this world he won't get any older. That's a freak-out he's gonna schedule for later, his calendar is kinda booked right now. Clem blows a little raspberry at her when she tries to warn him about the dangers. "I'm sure it's a lot more dangerous than the streets, what with literal gods runnin' around. I'll try to be careful, but I'll go crazy in here otherwise. Can't even remember the last time I was in a house for more than two days," he comments, looking around the internal structure of the house with a curious eye. From what he'd seen of the crumbling Sanctuary when Rexanna brought them here, maybe it won't be so hard to keep a roof over his head now.
Small mercies.
Groaning exaggeratedly, he throws his head back against the couch. "Boring!" he declares loudly to the ceiling. Turns his head listlessly and fixes Rexanna with a cheshire cat grin. "We should make tunnel systems!" he declares in an excited strain of his voice, sitting up and gesturing his arms wide in childish glee, sending the blankets off in various directions. "Like moles! We could just pop up and be anywhere!" Eugh, but that would be a lot of digging. But hey, there's magic here. Maybe it could be done?
Of course the fun can't last forever, and Clemente settles down reluctantly at the explanation of LongNight. Though he remains unconvinced about the trustworthiness of the Luxere, it's a slight relief to know that something is looking out for them during that time. He scuffs a foot against the floorboards, suddenly intimidated. Monsters were just people, where he came from. This? This is a lot worse. "Okay," he murmurs. "How can I help then?" She hadn't exactly answered, and Clem desperately needed directions. Instructions. He was used to being on the move every day, there was no time to try and recapture the experience of being a child.
i stopped being a kid the day
you sent me down here to die
