Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.
"This is weird. This is so weird. Also sort of gross."
"The knowing all the - flesh - things. It kind of covers a lot of stuff."
"Huh, I guess it would," he muses. "Knowing blood things is a little weird too, but it's not that gross. I mean, or I just don't gross that easy."
"Maybe a combination? And also blood is basically one kind of thing, I think? Tubes and blood and that's it. There's definitely kinds of flesh."
She gives him an apologetic sort of nuzzle. "So, um, mood killer twice over, let's reschedule for Sometime After I Am Used To This And There Has Been A Funeral I Guess."
"Also possibly there should be a responsible conversation instead of just flirting, because, primes, politics, bleah? Should there be that because of those?"
"Yeah, I guess." He shrugs. "Responsible conversation now, or responsible conversation later before we get into anything?"
"Later, I think, right now I'm already processing - stuff." She sighs. "I knew he was dying, but..."
After a while: "I guess you should get dressed and we should go say hi to everybody. And I should collect Mud, I don't like leaving him alone this long."
He kisses her on the cheek, gets out of her lap, and goes to find some clothes - plenty of options in his room, so there's no good reason to put the old ones back on if he doesn't feel like it. A nice matching shirt and kilt, Thiyecine-style, purple with blue trim. Perfect.
She smiles weakly and gets up. "You're gonna have to show me where they are. I can tell how many bodies are where, but I don't know a damn thing about doors and staircases that I didn't this morning."
"I promise not to get you lost in my own house," he says, hugging her again.
Patience whistles to Mud, who trots up to her making happy doggy noises; he heels.
"Okay," says Loel, "let's go see everybody."