"Wandering? You're not running from anybody, are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I know my way back home and I'll go there eventually. I've just been out exploring."

"Oh, all right. Do you want to come in? We can make you tea."

"I'll come in, but no tea for me, thanks."

"Suit yourself!" The woman moves to let Shara in, and calls inside, "Hey, everyone! We have a visitor!"

"I'm Zeviana, everyone's - everyone. Chelasi and Adarin and Anlon and Jony and Kesaven and Quel and - there's a lot of us. We're all really nice, though, don't worry."

"I'm Chelasi," says Chelasi. "What brings you here?"

"...Wandering around in the wilds. Looking for something to do, more or less."

"You must be made of some tough stuff!" says Zeviana brightly. "If it's just you here."

A man pokes his head around the corner. He doesn't introduce himself, but he does wave.

"It sounds lonesome," sighs Chelasi.

"I'm really all right. Besides, as it happens I'm a raveler too. And soon I'll go home to my mother and father and then any residual loneliness will clear right up."

"Wow, fancy that. When Rin and I got here we were happy for the company, the cool raveler tricks were just a bonus." She grins at Jony and Kesaven.

While Zeviana's speaking, Chelasi makes one of her fidgety gestures -

- and Shara hisses and slams her hand on the table right through the attempted ravelry, which shreds -

- and Chelasi shrieks and scrambles backwards -

- and Shara gets a flashball out of her pocket and drops it to the ground, where it goes off and illuminates the room just as she shuts her eyes, and she starts shouting, "KAYAM, IT'S THE BLONDE, THE BLONDE ONE IN BLUE -"

"I see it -" Shara reaches out to shred the shield.

Zeviana can't see, she's just as blind as the rest of them - but she's the one with actual combat experience. She follows the voice, the new one she doesn't recognize, and moves to knock the owner's teeth in. With her eyes closed, because she isn't going to be blinded again.

"She tried - Kayam, is she? -"

"Not breathing - did it? -"

"No. Shit, she must've worked more like an artificer -"

"What? She wasn't a - you just - what did you think she was doing? She hasn't hurt anyone in her life!"

"What do you mean raveling people?!" hisses Zeviana, giving up on trying to save Chelasi. She's gone. Now, the woman is looking like she is ready to lunge for them.

"Attack and I fold us right the fuck off, no explanations," warns Kayam.

"She was making you like her, like each other, and I thought it might wear off if she died, some ravelings do, but this one - didn't," says Shara.

"Making us like her? She doesn't need to do that, she's - she was great, you're lying!" she cries, getting up and getting ready to lunge -

"Maybe you're not! They just killed Chelasi, I think murdering is kind of fucking called for right now!"

Silence. Then, "Fuck."

"We were out riding around and I could feel her giving somebody a - booster."

"There's a puddle of puke where she was when that happened," mutters Kayam, "and this is the thanks milady gets?"

"Hey, you just stabbed my - I thought she was my friend. Yes this is the thanks you get for killing someone with no explanation!"

The shield raveler is currently not doing anything. He has a blank expression on his face, staring at Shara. The shield is still around her and Kayam.

"There wasn't time to explain. It took me at least twice as much energy to undo her spell as it took her to cast it. She would've gotten me before I could get out more than a sentence or two."

"... Seriously, Anlon? You're siding with Chelasi?! She spent - three years lying to me and my brother and magically manipulating our opinion of her and -" Pause. "... And probably you, too. All of you."

That's when the shield raveler sinks to the ground and wraps his arms around his legs, blank expression on his face. He doesn't seem to be taking the news well. In fact, he looks like he could probably use a hug right now.

"I am so up for dispersing, Casasha sounds good a place as any."

Adarin doesn't reply. But he makes another sweeping motion, with his hand. The shield moves from Shara and Kayam - to himself. He does it not for the sake of bodily protection, but for enforced personal space. Tima will not be getting hugs. She will not be getting within two feet of him.

"No," says Adarin, quietly. "I don't believe there's anything anyone can do to help."

"Just based on the fact that she was doing booster spells I expect it to wear off," Shara says. "If you stay near enough me to check in occasionally I can tell you when the residue is gone."

"That... Would be fantastic, thank you." Pause. "For the - saving, too. Thanks for that."

"No," he says, more forcefully.

"I beg your pardon?" growls Adarin. "It's cruel to not want to be touched and wanting her to respect my boundaries?!"

Adarin gives Anlon the most icy death glare of all time.

"Did you fucking ask us if we wanted to be happy at the price of freedom?!"

"Are you defending her, Anlon?! You knew and you - you agreed to it, didn't you?!"

"I'll do what I can," mutters Kayam.

"You're avoiding answering it, you knew and you went along with it, you bastard I'll fucking kill -"

"Vi."

"You will not be touching them," says Adarin, from his little shield-bubble of angst.

"No, thank you," he says. "It was not - you are not at fault. I would be freaking out just as badly if you'd sent me a pretty letter with flowery calligraphy."

"Okay. Are you going to want to come with us to Casasha?"

"Possibly. It's - not like I have anywhere else to go," he murmurs.

"There's always work for ravelers, and if you aren't up for it for a while I can put you up to start out."

Nod. "Thank you, again. You're too kind."

"You're welcome."

He doesn't have the heart, to try smiling. So he won't. Back to silence.

"Milady, are we eating our rations or raiding the house?"

"Seems to add insult to injury to take the contents of the kitchen. If - the gardener, I guess - offers we can accept but let's not presume."

"Still."

Adarin does not move to pick up his bag. Shield bubble of angst, that is the thing he is going to focus on.

"I don't know," he murmurs.

"No. Don't you dare, you son of a bitch. You damn well know the truth. So stop it, right this instant, or I swear I will find a way to punch you if you keep it up. Shield raveler or no."

"Um?"

"Doubt it's our business, Kayam."

The shield does not go down. Adarin just looks at his sister.

His sister is not usually huggy. She will make an exception. She scoops him up into a hug and mutters, "If I catch you doing that again I will throw you in a lake."

Adarin laughs, a little. "Oh no, not a lake."

"...From what I saw she definitely couldn't have fabricated or adulterated memories," says Shara in tentatively helpful tones.

"That helps. Thank you."

"Yup. So if I see you doubting me again, lake. If you do it at all, better aim for the summer, 'cause I'll throw you in a frozen lake to snap you out of it, don't think I won't."

Adarin laughs, a little. "Your sacrifice touches the hearts of men and women everywhere."

"Soooo, are you set to leave?"

"Don't worry about it. We were on a trip of indeterminate length anyway. There's two horses, who do each of you want to share with? Or we can share and you two can have one, if one of you knows how to ride Casasha-trained horses."

"Nooot a clue." She looks at Kayam. "Can I go with you, because you stabbed Chelasi and I am happy about this fact?"

"Uh, sure. My horse is the black one. It was on milady's instructions, though."

Shara shrugs. Out they go. She mounts the roan, and offers Adarin a hand to help him up.

"You did the stabbing, and you also did that sweet magic move where I got to punch Chelasi in the face! It was kick-ass!"

Adarin snorts at his sister's comments, then takes the offered hand and is helped up. Thankfully, he's ridden a horse before. Not a Casasha-trained horse, but it counts. For not immediately falling off of the horse, anyway.

And they're off, Shara leading the way. Shara is willing to let it be a quiet trip if Adarin prefers.

"It was cheaper than getting out of the way of the punch," says Kayam. "Folding's a good specialty but it's exhausting if I do it more than once or twice."

He's not quite sure what he prefers, yet. He's gotten so used to - being surrounded by happy people. Happy people that all got along. So out of curiosity and a missing familiarity with doing anything else, he asks, "What sort of trip of indeterminate length, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Ooo, makes sense. Cost effective and kickass, I approve!"

"I was expecting you to be more annoyed with me."

"Wandering around looking for something useful to do so I can impress a temperamental artifact."

"Nah, why would I be annoyed with you? You did it to take down Chelasi."

"How much do you know about Casasha?"

"'Cause... it seemed like her magic was really strong and she was using it on you all the time and it made you like her?"

"Well. Admittedly not very much. Why?"

"Well, yeah, and I liked her a lot. But then I learned about her magic and now I hate her. You can still like someone and also hate their guts and want them to die in a fire."

"I am unfamiliar with the sensation!"

"So I know how much context to supply. So, Casasha's throne doesn't have traditional inheritance. Or, not all the time. The child or children of the existing monarch regnant get first crack at the position, but if they don't get it by age twenty-one - or if there is no such person - anyone from a pennon family can send anyone they like to have a try. And if that doesn't work commoners can give it a shot, too. The way you get the regnant crown is by convincing the heir crown that you are the sort of person who should rule Casasha, and the traditional way to do that is to have an adventure, rescue one or more people from some sort of horrible fate, and then show up covered in glory and possibly new scars with exciting backstories and see if the crown will float when placed on your head. So I was looking for things to do in that - category, and Casasha's in pretty good not-very-adventurous shape, so I was wandering the wilds. The crown allows you to have your adventures with companions so I brought Kayam."

"It's like an ex girlfriend, basically. Or boyfriend, I guess you might swing that way. Hating someone but also liking them."

"Highness, milady, Princess, or Pennon all work. Even if the crown takes to me like a friendly puppy my father's still alive, so not majesty. And only if you want to. You can skip it if you'd rather. Kayam likes it for some reason."

"I don't hate my ex-girlfriends."

"Ah, I see. Thank you." He pauses, and then grins. "Milady."

"I mean... Not all ex-girlfriends? Just - some of them. It's like - you like them, but there are things that you hate about them that you can't get over, so the liking becomes fuel for hating them because you hate how you like them. Did that help?"

"I am still unfamiliar with the sensation but I'm glad you don't want to punch me!"

"You're welcome."

"If the crown doesn't consider this enough of an adventure I promise to look at it sternly."

"I'm glad I don't want to punch you, too! That would be awkward, we're sharing a horse."

"That's very kind of you. I have a few more years if it doesn't approve, anyway."

"Super awkward! Let's be not-awkward here on the good horse Featherfoot."

Adarin nods. "Good luck to you. Strange that the crown doesn't judge by the ability to rule, though. Just - the ability to go on adventures and save people. Apparently."

"Yup! Goooood Featherfoot." Zeviana pets Featherfoot.

"Mm-hm." Kayam is out of things to say now.

"You'd have to take it up with a long-dead artificer. It hasn't picked us any bad monarchs, anyway, and it's idiosyncratic enough about what adventures count that there could be a secondary criterion like that."

"Hmm. Then I will give the crown a pass. It may proceed picking monarchs with my permission. I'm still going to look at it sternly if this doesn't count as an adventure."

"I'm sure the crown will be glad to hear that you don't demand its retirement."

"Mostly just a lot of scenery. Nice scenery, I like scenery! But nothing screaming tourist destination."

"Yes, it will wake up one morning to begin its crowny day and say, 'Hmmm. I feel as if some random foreigner doesn't demand my retirement!' It will comfort it, certainly."

"Eh, oh well. Worth a shot, I'll just have to see for myself, then!"

"Sure. Milady's offering you a place to be for a while, not a horse and trail rations, but you could get them if you tried."

"You're ascribing a lot of human characteristics to this crown."

Adarin laughs a little. "Well I don't know what else to compare it to. I've never met a crown that chooses the fate of a country."

"Eh, I'll make money and then get them myself. Wouldn't want to impose."

"It's fairly dull-looking as crowns go," Shara says. "Except when it's on a cooperating head. Then it does the floaty thing."

"Sure. What kind of job do you suppose you'll do?"

"The floaty thing is kind of cool, admittedly."

"No idea. Could get into guarding things, could also go back to fighting rings. Then betting on myself. Maybe something else, too, but it's not like I could cultivate any skills at the house of evil magic."

"I don't think Casasha has much of a fighting rings scene."

"Then I'll go with the guarding thing. Pity, it was fun to make bets on myself and see people laugh at how terrible the odds were." She grins.

"It's okay," says Shara. "If you're not used to riding it happens. Go ahead."

"I wouldn't think you'd be in very good practice."

"It's still - probably not something that you want right now."

"I'm really not. Living in a cult house in the woods does that. But there's only one way to fix it."

"There's classes, just not brawling for money."

"It's up to you. I don't mind, I don't want you to fall off."

"Hmm. Maybe I could do that, once I got back in practice. That's a good idea, thanks!"

"Oh, you mean teaching them. I was thinking taking one would help with the practice thing."

"My entire head is kind of complicated right now, I am trying to be relatively normal but honestly I'm a contradictory mess."

"Guess I can do that, too. That could be fun."

"Safer than getting into random fights, too."

"I... don't think I understand, which I suppose makes sense considering. But I don't mind if you hold onto me whether it's for emotional reasons or not to fall off the horse as long as it stays appropriate."

"Pfffff. Pff. General intelligence, sanity. There is none of that here, haven't you heard that I punch people?"

"What you were doing a moment ago was fine. Was it - from what I saw it would have been well within her power to manufacture sexual attraction but I didn't see specific signs -"

"I noticed."

"Sorry about the attempt, by the way. To punch you."

"Oh, all's forgiven."

"I can't tell you for sure. The two spells I caught in action didn't include it and the residue all looks the same but it might either way."

"That... brings... a whole new brand of horror to the situation."

"Oh good, because we decided not to make this super-awkward."

"I'm sorry."

"Yes. Yes we did. Aren't we smart."

"We are! Go us!"

"Mm-hm. Your brother is looking at at least one of us and I bet it's not me."

Zeviana turns and looks at Adarin. "... Yeeeeees?"

"Okay. Don't hurt yourself worrying, Rin! About whatever it is!"

Adarin nods. "Yeah. Thanks - I'm not sure what I need, yet. I think I'm still in shock, I mean intellectually I get it, but every now and then I wish Tima were here to hug me or that Quel would sit with me and not ask any questions or - just the place in general." Wince. "Chelasi included. Which makes me feel rather sick."

"It's not your fault, you saved us from it. You have nothing to apologize for."

"Well, I could have left sooner."

"It'll drive you mad thinking what ifs in hindsight with information you have but didn't at the time. As my sister puts it... Stop it," he says gently. "Milady."

"I will be quite sure to avoid driving myself mad. But I'm still sorry."

"Don't be? Please?"

Adarin pillows his head on Shara's shoulder for a few seconds - that's all he allows himself, then he straightens back up and says, "Are there any other ravelers that - do what Chelasi did?"

"I'd be surprised if no one else got it as an option; I've never heard of another kind of genuinely unique raveler. Maybe most of them don't pick it, though. I've never heard of or seen signs of one of her kind before."

"Good. I would feel the need to go on an adventure to make the person stop it."

"If I knew of another one I would be way ahead of you. If you hear about such a thing let me know, I'm not sure if I'd bet on your shields against - that."

"Probably not, no," winces Adarin. "Damn. Well. I suppose I could go with people that are more offensively based than I am."

"Me and Kayam were a good match for her. Well, the flashball helped."

"Then, do you mind if I travel with you if you go - evil Chelasi-raveler hunting?"

"I don't mind."

"Okay. Then - I might do that if one turns up. Thanks."

"I had weather, animal communication, and - yeah, the acute healing. I almost went with weather, but then I spent too much time weighing the pros and cons of it versus shields and I lost it as an option entirely. So I went with shields."

"Oof. I had a list of every kind I'd ever heard of, in order, by the time I was twelve, just in case, so I picked in about thirty seconds once I had the chance to check them out more closely. I would've taken artificing if I'd got it, but no such luck."

"Me too, I would have flung myself at artificing in ten seconds flat," snorts Adarin. "But I'd never heard of weather before so I was trying to figure out if it was large scale and if I could do stuff like - water crops or stop floods or such."

"Floods, once they're floods, seem a bit beyond weather magic, although I guess you could stop them from getting worse."

"I meant prevent them from happening entirely. Tell the rain to stop what it's doing when it's nearing dangerous levels, and go shoo over somewhere else where it's more wanted. But - nope, lost weather. Had to be the one I was leaning towards, too, it couldn't have been the animal talking one."

"Well, the shields seem to suit you, anyway. And I hear weather magic is exhausting."

Adarin laughs. "I'm not complaining about the shields, I like them, they're neat and tidy and helpful. I just sometimes want to help people large-scale, rather than keeping certain people safe."

"Yeah. I didn't get anything that scaled well, so I went with generic-and-informative."

"I am not complaining about your choice of specialty, believe me."

"Didn't think you were."

"... My dad. None of what I did before I met her makes sense unless I loved him." He winces. "And now I don't."

"I'm so sorry."

"Yeah. I - I don't even know why she would, why would she even -" Adarin stops, because he sounds like he's about to cry. "... What did it gain her?" he says, trying again.

"Do you want me to speculate?"

He nods. "Yeah. I - it might be because he died and I remember missing him?"

"Maybe she thought that was depressing. There seemed to be a lot of emphasis on being - happy. Maybe she took it before she knew he was dead and didn't want you to leave to go back to him. Maybe she considered it untidy to have anyone with affections for people who didn't live in the house."

Adarin shudders. "... I can't even imagine. Thinking it's a good idea to just - take away love. Because it's convenient."

"Neither can I."

"She needed to die, but I wish she could have gotten - help, mental help. Obviously something was wrong with her."

"That, I'm not qualified to speculate on."

Adarin sighs. "Yeah. It's not like we can do anything about it now."

"I wonder what her choices were."

"If she gave up artificing for that I think I might want to cry."

"I'm not sure I'd want to see what kinds of things she'd have made, frankly."

"Maybe she should've talked to animals. Made friends with them instead."

"That would have been far less harmful," he agrees.

"Yep. She could have had fifteen pets and never hurt a person. But no."

"Had to make people into her - pets."

"Was it even obvious that she was the - center, of the household?"

"N-" He stops. "... Not while I was there, but now that I think of it, it's so - obvious. When I was there it was like she was just a great friend and the nicest of all of us and good at making friends and - and now I see that wasn't it."

"I wasn't sure who it was until she tried to cast a spell on me, although I could rule out the plant mage and the builder seemed plausible too. But I didn't have long to observe."

Adarin nods. "It was - subtle, it wasn't - like she demanded our attention all of the time, but I... Remember multiple times if I was busy doing something for long periods of time I would conveniently feel guilty for mistreating my friends, her in particular, and I would stop."

"Eugh." Shara shudders eloquently.

"Yes," he murmurs, quietly. "And I never - thought about how horrifying that was. It seemed fine when I was - in there."

"I mean - how long is too long, could you get even an hour to yourself or do you mean you'd get fifteen minutes?"

"I can stop the horse if you want. I understand completely, I lost my rations when I first saw her cast."

"I'm so sorry."

He nods, a little, not capable of speech right at this moment.

"Thanks," he murmurs, and then he hugs her.

She takes one hand off the reins to pat his arm, then goes back to steering the horse.

Adarin is not feeling talkative, but he will keep hugging. It's a very snuggly, gentle hug.

Fine by her.

Kayam's the one to call for a halt at around sunset. "I want light to set up the tent and also I want to stop riding, I did a big fold and a little fold and that is several folds and I'm tired."

"Sure." So they stop, and Shara gently pats Adarin's arm again to get him to let go of her and dismount.

He lets go of her without any resistance.

Zeviana peers at him. "You're mopey again."

"Yes."

"It seems reasonable. We only have," she adds, "one tent, but it's meant for up to five, and the weather is nice if someone would prefer to sleep out of it tonight."

Kayam starts setting up the tent in question.

"Want help with that?"

"Do you know how?"

"Nnnnot a clue, but I'll bring enthusiasm to the table!"

Zeviana helps dilligently, and then sits down next to her brother when the tent's up.

"... Are you okay?" he asks her.

"He knew, but that doesn't make him a completely voluntary colluder, she had obviously been working on him as much as anyone else."

"He bitched out at my brother for not wanting to be hugged after he learned that he was mind-raped. That shit is not the magic talking."

"No but people who are grieving say all kinds of things."

"Mm," says Zeviana, but it's obvious she does not forgive him.

Shara sighs, and ducks into the tent for the night too.

"Vi -" begins Adarin, quietly, when Shara departs.

"- Sh, sh, stop that, I can see you are already freaking the fuck out."

"Zeviana you'd - they were - it's comparable to rape, are you okay?" he hisses.

"Yup. Peachy. Occasionally I want to eviscerate some things, but I am not freaking out as much as you are, it was just sex. I had fun and I started a lot of it and enjoyed myself."

Adarin makes a little sound in his throat and looks extremely concerned.

"Yeah I was used, yeah I got manipulated and magicked and fucked. But she is dead now, and I can freak out and be traumatized or I could shrug it off and move on, guess which one I'm going with?"

"But -"

"Shhh. Shh. It's okay. Promise. You're not allowed to freak out about my health and safety when I am sitting here, telling you with complete honesty that I am fine."

Shara's up in the morning before Kayam. She builds a little fire - she has a artifice foldable knife with a finicky firestarter in one of the compartments, which helps - and fetches some water from the stream they're following and tries to be quiet as she sets about boiling a pot of beans.

She doesn't wake him. He remains fast asleep.

"What's that?" asks Zeviana curiously. She'd try to peek, but she's not at the right angle and asking is faster.

"Sort of a diary. Don't read it."

"Okay," she agrees without fuss. "Sure."

Kayam climbs out of the tent and takes the spoon out of Shara's hand. "Milady, honestly. ...Has he been out here all night?"

"Yup. The dork."

"He's going to have one heck of a crick in his back."

"Yes, yes he is." Zeviana looks at him. "Oh, and - also, fair warning, he is hilariously non-functional in the mornings. Just like - hand him food and he'll grumble something unintelligibly in a corner until he's woken up."

"Can do," snorts Shara. She gets bowls out of the packs associated with her horse.

"Nothing he wouldn't want us to hear."

"That's not a 'No, Zeviana, I do not want to hear juicy gossip.'"

"You may tell me anything he'd be all right with us hearing."

"Okay! What sorts of things should I aim for? I mean, I know his toenail clipping habits but I'm pretty sure you don't want to know about that."

"Yes, please, carry on with the common sense. I don't have anything specific in mind, it sounded to me like you did."

"Nah, I was mostly just being silly. One of us has got to lighten the mood a bit every now and then, and right now Rin's being a raincloud." She glances at him. "Well, not right this minute, but he will be when he wakes up, just wait."

"You seem to be coping better in the strict sense, but I have to say I understand his reaction more than yours."

"Eh. Should I try and explain it? I'm not sure how to explain it, Kayam was confused about my ex-girlfriend example earlier."

"I don't have any exes to compare with, so probably I'd be at least as confused."

"Hmmm. Then - it's like I could get broken up about it and stay angry or freak out, but that wouldn't change anything that happened. So I'm deciding not to be broken up about it."

"Just like that?"

"Nnnnooot quite. I mean, there's some spite in there, too. Like - I am winning more by not having her matter to me than I am by freaking out. So I'm trying to do that, and so far I'm succeeding."

"Huh."

"Yeah. I mean, I don't know if you care about what my methods are, in my head? That's the specific part I was talking about with the ex-girlfriend bit."

"I'm a little curious, actually. I have what I think is an unusual self-editing ability but I don't know how well it would hold up against non-self editing having happened."

"It's not editing. It's - like, okay, there's parts of me that still like her. But! Now there is a huge thing that I can't get over that is terrible and horrific. So because of that, I hate her, on principle. The parts where I still like her are - fuel for that, now, because I hate how I like her and I know the reason why I do, and I hate her for that, too."

"Huh."

"I'm not sure if I'm explaining that well enough, but basically - love can totally turn into hate at the drop of a hat, strong emotions lead to other strong emotions. So if I really want to win, properly win - I need to not give a fuck about her. I'm working on that bit, that one's harder."

"I don't seem to be put together like that, but I'm glad it's working for you."

"Thanks! Rin's not built like it either, I've got no clue how he's coping. Obviously by sleeping outside, I guess."

"And fretting about you and your arguable sexual assault."

"Yeah, that too. I talked to him, I'm genuinely fine, he's the one who's fretting."

"Well - presumably time will help."

"I think so, anyway. We'll just have to see."

"Yeah. And if I find any more Chelasi-type ravelers he's volunteered to help me take them down. Which might be cathartic."

"Oooo, can I come? I want to come, I can help with that."

"Uh, there is a certain disadvantage to growing the party because it's costlier for me to interrupt a spell than it is for the person to cast it, so if they can try a lot of targets instead of having to pause to check the success of a single spell, I can be wiped out pretty early."

"Fair. Awww. Oh well, Rin gets to go adventuring, then."

"If I hear of any. I might not. I've never even heard of a raveler who does what she did, so I think the option's rare and picking it's rarer."

"Good, that should not be a magic at all."

"Take it up with the management," sighs Shara.

"If I meet them, I will."

"And let me know where you found them."

"Yup. You can be next in line, promise."

Shara snorts.

Kayam drops a few chunks of cheese into the pot of beans, stirs until it melts, and then starts ladling out portions. "Hey, you, sleep-sitting-up, breakfast."

"Nmmmrg?"

"Food." Kayam puts a bowl in Shara's hands and then gives him one.

"Oh look. Sleeping outside sitting up. Painful, huh?"

Adarin grumbles something unintelligible at her, struggling to get out of the blanket to get food.

Beans nom nom.

Beans, with a clumsy and slightly sluggish nom nom.