"Mhmm!" One agrees happily, finishing the apple, and then delicately licking his claws and paws clean.

Figment seems to be done, with two-thirds of her apple eaten; Phantasm is still picking at his, though slowly. "Want mine?" she asks.

One cocks his head. "-But, it's yours?"

"I'm done, it's okay." She can't pick it up without spilling the remaining filling, but she backs off from it. "Go ahead."

She cuddles up next to Phantasm, who pauses to preen one of her head feathers before returning to his food - it looks like he's probably not going to eat all of his, either.

One is still hesitant, but he does shuffle over, darting looks between Deka and Figment and Phantasm, and if none of them seem to object, he'll pick up the remains of Figment's apple and eat it.

Nobody objects. Phantasm is still picking at his apple when Deka finishes her carrots. "Want another, or something else?"

One hesitates, uncertain. "I- I don't-" Waves his head back and forth a little. "I- I'm okay?"

She nods. "Phantasm, done?"

He considers the question for a moment. "-yeah."

She takes the remaining bit of his apple and tosses it to the dog, who gulps it down in a few bites, and offers to pick One up.

Well, if it's offered, he'll curl back into her arms?

Figment takes one of her shoulders, Phantasm flies up to a nearby branch, and the group can make their way back toward the inn. Raafi's waiting out front when they get there and offers to show them to their room, which she agrees to; they have to go through the slightly crowded front room of the inn, where food and drink are being served, to get to where the rooms are, but it's a short walk from there, and he shows them theirs and also where his is, one room down across the hall as promised. The room is fairly spartan, but there's a fireplace, currently unlit, and the sandbag is set up by the bed.

"Want to stay while I get dinner?"

One thinks, and then gives a tiny, hesitant nod. "Please?"

"I still don't get to tell you what to do." She lets him down.

He nods again, a little less hesitant. "Thank you," he says anyway, and after a moment of thought, pads around to explore the room.

There's the bed, sized for one, and a small table and plain wooden chair, and the fireplace with a thin rug in front of it; it's not lit, but it's set up to be, and there's a small pile of wood to one side of it. There's also a window, currently shuttered; Phantasm has stayed, too, and goes to see if he can get it open, but it seems that it's latched and there's noplace for him to land to get a good grip on the fastener.

One considers the window for a second, and after a moment of thought, carefully works his way up the wall - he is very adept climber - and across to the window and see if he can get the fastener open. Or provide a surface for Phantasm to land on to open it.

It's not hard to get open once he's up there. Phantasm trills in pleased surprise. "Good job! Thanks!"

One chirps happily and then sees if he can balance on the ledge of the window to look out?

It's not wide enough to stand on normally, but it's good enough that he's not at risk of falling; the view is of decorative berrybushes and someone's more formally planted kitchen garden, with a path winding between them. Phantasm flies out over One's head to look for someplace to perch for the night, and doesn't have to go far to find something he likes in the branches shading the building. "Nice place."

"Mhmm," One agrees. "S'...pretty?"

"Yeah." He flits back down to the windowsill. "Good day, today."

"Strange," One murmurs. "But- yeah. I think- Yeah, good." (It's far easier to admit that to Phantasm.)

He reaches over to preen One's head.

"Anything you want different?"

"...Not sure. Can't really stop having to interact with people. And people are...big. Scary. Easy for them to..." He wiggles his head, trying to communicate 'hurt'.

"You could. You can stay here until we go, if you want. Raafi won't make you meet the druid."

"...Thinks I should though."