Luckily for them all, Roland had already gone upstairs. The horn had gone with him, carried like a burden but carried nonetheless. The house, therefore, was still and quiet when Kaine and Cuthbert returned to it.
Warmth hit him like a wave. He hadn't realised just how much he'd been numbed by the cold until the feeling came back into his fingers in sharp, aching waves. Flexing them experimentally, he looked around the room as if he'd never seen it before - which, really, he hadn't. He'd taken some of it in on instinct when they'd arrived, but Cort would have been apoplectic at just how much he'd let his surroundings be swamped out by grief and rage. He rubbed his hands together to make the blood flow properly, looking around with some interest as he followed her in.
But wonder only sustained him so long. After a moment, he looked away from his surroundings, back to her. "Am I sleeping with you, or with Al? For I'd sooner not sleep alone."
I feel ya Kaine. I feel ya.
Warmth hit him like a wave. He hadn't realised just how much he'd been numbed by the cold until the feeling came back into his fingers in sharp, aching waves. Flexing them experimentally, he looked around the room as if he'd never seen it before - which, really, he hadn't. He'd taken some of it in on instinct when they'd arrived, but Cort would have been apoplectic at just how much he'd let his surroundings be swamped out by grief and rage. He rubbed his hands together to make the blood flow properly, looking around with some interest as he followed her in.
But wonder only sustained him so long. After a moment, he looked away from his surroundings, back to her. "Am I sleeping with you, or with Al? For I'd sooner not sleep alone."