[ Waiting patiently for Caelus to peel himself from the window and make his way in through the door proper, Subaru feels just a touch vindicated. He thought that's what he might be trying to do. Knowing how hard it was for the trailblazer to be on bedrest (or something like it...), he can't risk him doing something silly and setting himself back.
However, when he finally comes in properly, Subaru finds himself likewise stilled at the half-enacted embrace, brows rising somewhat. In the trailer, he's obviously been busy. It looks like some kind of magical study: it's stacked with books, some for reading and some for harvesting paper, various pens and writing utensils cracked open for their inks and graphite, writings tacked to the wall, candles, drying fungal blooms, a small pile of string and bells. All things in approximation of his craft, now altered by Sleep's magic. Given a place of practice now, thanks to the one trotting through his door. ...With company by the looks — sounds? — of it.
His gaze flicks to the messenger back, then back up to Caelus. ]
It's good to see you out and about again. [ Let him start with that. Behind him, the kitchenette is actually flecked with dirt. His fingertips and palms are also smeared in soil. ] You... brought someone with you?
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However, when he finally comes in properly, Subaru finds himself likewise stilled at the half-enacted embrace, brows rising somewhat. In the trailer, he's obviously been busy. It looks like some kind of magical study: it's stacked with books, some for reading and some for harvesting paper, various pens and writing utensils cracked open for their inks and graphite, writings tacked to the wall, candles, drying fungal blooms, a small pile of string and bells. All things in approximation of his craft, now altered by Sleep's magic. Given a place of practice now, thanks to the one trotting through his door. ...With company by the looks — sounds? — of it.
His gaze flicks to the messenger back, then back up to Caelus. ]
It's good to see you out and about again. [ Let him start with that. Behind him, the kitchenette is actually flecked with dirt. His fingertips and palms are also smeared in soil. ] You... brought someone with you?
[ Curiosity tints his tone. ]