dont know where your mind is

BASTIEN

'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off

"She does? Oh, yes, she does." Bastien recalled, nodding. With everything that had been going on, he hadn't had much time to consider who had what companion, but it seemed like the rules for which race were allowed which creature were growing weaker - good, in his mind. Anything to bring them closer together. "Do you know what you might think to call a dragon?"

There was a quiet spell just as they both reached the top, Bastien pulling himself up and out of the crest of the Spire and looking out over the Grounds with his hands on his hips. Azrael telling him they'd take his portrait too was one of those thoughts that had the potential to break him, the idea of himself and Rexanna living on in his child's life as only canvas and oil...but he did not allow it to settle, just nodding and clapping Azrael on the shoulder.

Anyway, they did have a job to do. "Hm. I suppose the highest point we can find, hm? That would make sense. So...there, where that debris piles up." Bastien pointed to a particular pile of rubble, where a large chunk of what had once been the top of the spire ended high in the air with a flat top. "Do you think you could stand on my shoulders to put it up there?"

You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something