[kozmotis nods, he goes to the door and opens it. he doesn't have to shift jack much, he's feather-light and kozmotis is feeling stronger for the sleep he was able to get. not much. but enough.
the inside is dark, but his eyesight hasn't suffered for being separated from his shadows, and he can see just as well. he takes the stairs carefully all the same, he doesn't want to drop jack or fall on him.
there's a door decorated with old yellowing paper snowflakes. kozmotis feels that's as good a sign as anything. the room behind it is clean, free of dust like someone comes in regularly and cleans it. there are textbooks on the desk, from presumably the academy, left behind after some break spent at home.
he lays jack down on the bed. he doesn't cover him up, instead he goes and opens the window.]
Do you need anything?
[he wants to feel useful, not as if all he has left to do is wait for you to feel stronger.]
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the inside is dark, but his eyesight hasn't suffered for being separated from his shadows, and he can see just as well. he takes the stairs carefully all the same, he doesn't want to drop jack or fall on him.
there's a door decorated with old yellowing paper snowflakes. kozmotis feels that's as good a sign as anything. the room behind it is clean, free of dust like someone comes in regularly and cleans it. there are textbooks on the desk, from presumably the academy, left behind after some break spent at home.
he lays jack down on the bed. he doesn't cover him up, instead he goes and opens the window.]
Do you need anything?
[he wants to feel useful, not as if all he has left to do is wait for you to feel stronger.]