[PSL; SAVING OUR SHIP ONE TAG AT A TIME]

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So what'd you think?

[He's fussing with the items spread out on her bed when he asks that, folding up his DM screen as he reaches over to reclaim a die that had rolled a little too close to the edge of her bedsheets. It's hers--pink and purple--and he tosses it towards Haru in a gentle arc, a smile on his face.]

You finished the first book, right?

[The Fellowship of the Ring. Her Eddie-assigned reading material as he spent time tending to her recover, checking in often, changing her bandages, bringing her food so she didn't have to get up and trudge all the way to the kitchen to fuss for something to eat. It's been close to a week now, and though he's sure she's begun to manage some of it on her own, as far as he's concerned? The less time spent on her legs, the better.

Right now, they're finishing up a quaint little D&D session, tailored to be just one-on-one, something amusing to eat up the hours in an idle day. But he's not going to just up and leave; he likes to make small talk before he's out of her hair completely.]