They are healing. Seiji can be sure of it now. He returns to the house he shares with Kiada, his steps light. He knows now, how to help her. He feels better with the knowing. Better with a plan. But he does not seek her out immediately.
No; instead, he occupies himself with the thresholed to their little house. The door hasn't opened right since they returned from the Rathskeller. Other things have occupied Seiji's attention, but he thinks now is a good time to inspect the poor thing. He spends some time swinging it open and shut, inspecting the hinges, poking, prodding. Murmuring to himself. Eventually, he concludes the uppermost hing is bent. He doesn't think he did much working on doors in his past life, but he can be clever, he will learn.
He is searching through the front rooms for tools — a hammer, some nails to replace the damaged ones — when he hears footsteps approaching from somewhere upstairs. Seiji pauses, his eyes turning toward the noise.
No; instead, he occupies himself with the thresholed to their little house. The door hasn't opened right since they returned from the Rathskeller. Other things have occupied Seiji's attention, but he thinks now is a good time to inspect the poor thing. He spends some time swinging it open and shut, inspecting the hinges, poking, prodding. Murmuring to himself. Eventually, he concludes the uppermost hing is bent. He doesn't think he did much working on doors in his past life, but he can be clever, he will learn.
He is searching through the front rooms for tools — a hammer, some nails to replace the damaged ones — when he hears footsteps approaching from somewhere upstairs. Seiji pauses, his eyes turning toward the noise.
