Yeah no, that's... not how it's supposed to go. Clive's aether and curse is... different from yours. If I'm right I think just a little cursebreaking and a lot of aether should do the same.
[ He nods. There's an actual chance at surviving the Curse now. It's... such a relief, honestly. There had been no hope before, but now there is at least a glimmer. ]
Thank you, Will. I know we have said it a lot today but... I truly mean it. You have given us a priceless gift.
[ He grabs on to Will's hands with his own, gripping his wrists for extra support. Getting to his feet takes little effort - tall as he is, he weighs next to nothing - but it's the potential for dizziness that he's more worried about anyway. And it sure does hit as he gets upright, to the point he has to close his eyes and breathe for a couple of seconds. ]
[ Honestly, it's perfect. It's a familiar style, and he doesn't have to stumble over anything. He pulls the shirt over his head, sliding his arms through the sleeves.
It's. A little short. Both in the torso and the arms. But it's fine! It isn't like he's going out anywhere. ]
Thank you.
[ And with that out of the way-- ]
Would you mind if I look through your book while we wait? I've been curious.
[ And that's certainly a scene to see, let him tell you, balancing a tray on his arm while holding it tight with his hand. Frowning down at it to make sure he doesn't tilt it. Glancing up to that. Eyebrows arching.
Do you know what that looks like? ]
I thought I said behave.
[ He uses his foot to close the door behind him - thank you for leaving it open or he'd have had to knock with his head - then moves the tray over to set it down on the table.
There's a big plate for Will - seared meat and vegetables that have been actually lightly buttered with something - and a bowl of oats for his brother, softened with milk and sugar and something that tickled his nose but smelled good. (Cinnamon). And drinks for them both. ]
[ Joshua doesn't know what it looks like, actually, because to him he's just borrowed a shirt from a friend and is sitting on something comfortable. He looks up as Clive walks in, eyebrows lifting. ]
We did behave.
[ No magic used whatsoever!
He sets the book down open on the bed, standing to look at the offerings that Clive brought up. A bowl of oats is just fine by him. Oh, but what is that smell...? ]
I do hope that you've eaten, too, Clive. What did you put in this? It smells lovely.
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[ He nods. There's an actual chance at surviving the Curse now. It's... such a relief, honestly. There had been no hope before, but now there is at least a glimmer. ]
Thank you, Will. I know we have said it a lot today but... I truly mean it. You have given us a priceless gift.
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[His ears flick, exposing his embarrassment]
Once we're all recovered we can try it.
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[ But he won't embarrass their friend further. There's been enough thanking for today. ]
Do you think you could help me to my feet? I'd like to get my balance, but I fear I'm still a bit lightheaded.
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[he stands and offers his hands for Joshua to grab]
No need to sit on the floor at this point.
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[ He grabs on to Will's hands with his own, gripping his wrists for extra support. Getting to his feet takes little effort - tall as he is, he weighs next to nothing - but it's the potential for dizziness that he's more worried about anyway. And it sure does hit as he gets upright, to the point he has to close his eyes and breathe for a couple of seconds. ]
By the Founder, I hope that passes.
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[ Likely dehydrated. Definitely in need of food. What happened took a lot out of them all, and boy, is he feeling it. ]
How... long were we out? What time is it?
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[he peeks out the window and, oh boy it sure is dark]
Dunno if late or crazy early.
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I wouldn't hesitate to wager that we've slept half the day away at the very least.
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[ Hmm. Clive took his clothes. To be fair, they were likely blood-soaked, if his memory is right... ]
How angry do you suppose Clive might be if I went back to our room to find a shirt?
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[He looks at how wobbly Joshua is though]
Might be better if I do it. Or you borrow one of mine. Might be kinda short but our shoulders ain' that far off.
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You would lend me one? That is very kind of you, thank you.
[ He is a scrawny bean pole. Surely a lack in length is the worst of the risk there. ]
Your least favorite or most worn-out is just fine. I don't need much.
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[he heads to his dresser to paw around for something, tossing him a simple cotton front laced travel blouse. Pretty much what he wears most days.]
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It's. A little short. Both in the torso and the arms. But it's fine! It isn't like he's going out anywhere. ]
Thank you.
[ And with that out of the way-- ]
Would you mind if I look through your book while we wait? I've been curious.
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Thank you. If I have questions, I'll be sure to ask for clarification.
[ And whenever Clive returns, that's where Joshua will be - sitting on Will's bed, wearing Will's slightly-too-small shirt, reading Will's book. ]
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Do you know what that looks like? ]
I thought I said behave.
[ He uses his foot to close the door behind him - thank you for leaving it open or he'd have had to knock with his head - then moves the tray over to set it down on the table.
There's a big plate for Will - seared meat and vegetables that have been actually lightly buttered with something - and a bowl of oats for his brother, softened with milk and sugar and something that tickled his nose but smelled good. (Cinnamon). And drinks for them both. ]
C'mon, you two. Eat.
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[He's instantly distracted from defending his and Josh's honor though by the food, his nose twitching]
Oh ho! This looks good...
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We did behave.
[ No magic used whatsoever!
He sets the book down open on the bed, standing to look at the offerings that Clive brought up. A bowl of oats is just fine by him. Oh, but what is that smell...? ]
I do hope that you've eaten, too, Clive. What did you put in this? It smells lovely.