At the suggestion of the clans, Cyril feels a odd ache in his heart. A part of him wants to suggest they find his Clan, but he can't really bring out those words, not yet.
Thankfully, he doesn't have to. A young boy, no more than sixteen, peeks through a door to find them.
"Ah, Cervi. Here you are. I have clothes. They might be long on you, but you can roll up the sleeves." The boy is indeed much lankier than Cyril, but he doesn't seem to mind.
Instead he thanks the boy and crosses over to get the bundle.
Viridi can't really bring himself to look at Fenris, so instead he mumbles about going back to Cassia and then disappears.
Cyril gives Fenris an apologetic look. "They'll get more comfortable, but everything is pretty scary right now. The unknown always is." Then, after a moment, "For now, I should get dressed. Did you have plans for what we should do with the house? Should we burn it or just leave it?"
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Thankfully, he doesn't have to. A young boy, no more than sixteen, peeks through a door to find them.
"Ah, Cervi. Here you are. I have clothes. They might be long on you, but you can roll up the sleeves." The boy is indeed much lankier than Cyril, but he doesn't seem to mind.
Instead he thanks the boy and crosses over to get the bundle.
Viridi can't really bring himself to look at Fenris, so instead he mumbles about going back to Cassia and then disappears.
Cyril gives Fenris an apologetic look. "They'll get more comfortable, but everything is pretty scary right now. The unknown always is." Then, after a moment, "For now, I should get dressed. Did you have plans for what we should do with the house? Should we burn it or just leave it?"