"Of course!" Cornifer would like to stay and discuss their trades, but the letter--and this box, apparently--are anxiously awaited above, and so he only waves jauntily and calls farewell on the way out.
He doesn't take the Stagways, though he's become aware of them. He's got a strong pair of legs that serve him well, and a shell thick enough that even acid can't bite into easily. He's back in Dirtmouth in a short time.
The door nearly rips off its hinges when he knocks. The little wanderer takes the delivered items with a bow he can barely see of their silhouette before it's closed back in his face again.
Cornifer blinks stars from his eyes and sighs before wandering back home.
Inside, the Knight reads the paper frantically. The most important sentiment is confirmed. Lemm is alive and unharmed. They had to know. They had to.
The rest is difficult to understand. Safe, both. They'll be safe. They're safe. Myla...
...Myla's not safe. They're doing what they can. They're giving her food. They've built a nest of blankets bought and stolen. They drained the Void that was clinging to her like miasma. They're surrounding her with lights all over, because she sounds better in her sleep when there's more of it.
She's not waking up very often. She's disoriented and frightened when she does.
The Knight is afraid. They don't know what they did to her. They don't know what the Fools did first, either.
They stare down at the game for a long, long time before they numbly set it down at the edge of the room. There's kindness behind it being brought to them, for distraction or reminder. They can't stand to look at it, or to consider his offer. There's nothing Lemm can do anyway. He's already emphatically told them he's not a doctor, in memories that they have trouble connecting together.
(Their sibling. When they told him about them. That's right.)
The Knight goes back to their place, seated on the floor beside the couch, and waits for whatever Myla needs next.
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He doesn't take the Stagways, though he's become aware of them. He's got a strong pair of legs that serve him well, and a shell thick enough that even acid can't bite into easily. He's back in Dirtmouth in a short time.
The door nearly rips off its hinges when he knocks. The little wanderer takes the delivered items with a bow he can barely see of their silhouette before it's closed back in his face again.
Cornifer blinks stars from his eyes and sighs before wandering back home.
Inside, the Knight reads the paper frantically. The most important sentiment is confirmed. Lemm is alive and unharmed. They had to know. They had to.
The rest is difficult to understand. Safe, both. They'll be safe. They're safe. Myla...
...Myla's not safe. They're doing what they can. They're giving her food. They've built a nest of blankets bought and stolen. They drained the Void that was clinging to her like miasma. They're surrounding her with lights all over, because she sounds better in her sleep when there's more of it.
She's not waking up very often. She's disoriented and frightened when she does.
The Knight is afraid. They don't know what they did to her. They don't know what the Fools did first, either.
They stare down at the game for a long, long time before they numbly set it down at the edge of the room. There's kindness behind it being brought to them, for distraction or reminder. They can't stand to look at it, or to consider his offer. There's nothing Lemm can do anyway. He's already emphatically told them he's not a doctor, in memories that they have trouble connecting together.
(Their sibling. When they told him about them. That's right.)
The Knight goes back to their place, seated on the floor beside the couch, and waits for whatever Myla needs next.