[Oh... He has been graced by Eustace's presence...
It had been easy to know Eustace was back because a kind of warm weight fluttered in his breast when the Tree spit tbe man out once more. As much as he would not want Dokja and Gray to lose their companion, he almost wished Eustaxe had somehow found a timestream where his soul could surf home again.
For once, he is in the room of the house which had been given to him, the door left open since he is doing little else except sitting inside at a tiny table constituting a desk. The outer layers of armor are gone, as is the left forearm and hand from the elbow down. There is no extra fabric; he's patiently sewing the opening to the arm closed with a large, curved needle and thick hide thread.
He glances up when Eustace enters, pausing.]
No.
[He motions to the bed, if Eustace wanted to sit.]
no subject
It had been easy to know Eustace was back because a kind of warm weight fluttered in his breast when the Tree spit tbe man out once more. As much as he would not want Dokja and Gray to lose their companion, he almost wished Eustaxe had somehow found a timestream where his soul could surf home again.
For once, he is in the room of the house which had been given to him, the door left open since he is doing little else except sitting inside at a tiny table constituting a desk. The outer layers of armor are gone, as is the left forearm and hand from the elbow down. There is no extra fabric; he's patiently sewing the opening to the arm closed with a large, curved needle and thick hide thread.
He glances up when Eustace enters, pausing.]
No.
[He motions to the bed, if Eustace wanted to sit.]
You can come in.