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[He nods mutely, wrapping his arms around Emet tightly, hiding in the embrace... and at first he's just tense, but soon enough he starts crying quietly, almost silently, like he doesn't have the strength to do anything else.]

[He pets his back softly offering soothing words every now and again.]

It is alright. To feel overwhelmed. To worry. To doubt. But take comfort that others are with you. You are not alone, my friend.

[Emet's soothing gestures seem to help, though it takes some time for Levity to calm down somewhat. He doesn't raise his head, staying hidden in the hug.]

... It's all so wrong.

I would be the last person to argue that with you.

You need not be composed, Hythlodaeus, nor alright. Just stay here and soak up the comfort you need.

[He will just... take that offer, then. He shifts to be more comfortable but still refuses to let go of Emet, sniffling occasionally.]

...can I stay the night?

Of course.

I'm afraid all of my pajamas are devoid of soft ears and fuzzy feet. Though I imagine you will make do.

[He smiles weakly.]

...what an oversight. Perhaps I shall buy you some later.

[He brushes his hair with his fingers.]

I do have fur blankets. Perhaps you can get creative.

But I think a nice soak in a bath would help, too.

[that

would actually be really good, yeah.]

...Mm. It sounds very nice.

[He tugs him towards the bathroom. It's large and luxurious just like everything in this room. Lahabrea did good. He starts a extra warm bath with soaps and scents and gives him a fluffy bathrobe.]

Go soak. I'll wash your hair.

[God this is really nice... he wants a fancy bathroom too!!! :( ]

Ah... thank you, Hades.

[He takes the robe gratefully before undressing carefully and slipping into the water. Soaktime!!]

[It is nice and almost scalding as Emet sits behind him and begins to drape his hair so he can get it wet.]

'Tis the least I can do to help soothe you. While neither of us are one to shirk our responsibilities, the answers you seek will no present themselves so readily. It will take time. An answer I'm sure is not the most fulfilling.

[He lazily shows him different shampoos ranging from floral to fruit to see if he has a preference.]

[Hot Woter... But it suits him pretty fine right now! Sinking in deeper, he's been tense a lot lately.]

...to tell you the truth, at this point it's not the answers I want so much as companionship. And perhaps that's what it's always been; it's only taking its true form now.

[He'll work through the shampoos thoughtfully, sniffing each one to determine Which One Is Best. Eventually, he settles on a honey-and-milk scented one.]

You are in luck. For you will find no lack of companionship within these walls. Though I imagine you'll find my daily routine hardly exhilarating.

[He kisses the top of his forehead before he begins lathering up his hair.]

There was so much you didn't know when you arrived. You are just beginning to learn who you are. What you desire. And I imagine those wants will change over time.

[/// sweet...]

... it's true. Though right now it feels as though I know even less about who I am or what I want than when I arrived.

[He raises a hand to pet Emet's hair.]

I had some manner of... hope, perhaps, back then. But now I simply feel lost.

Expectations can be rather overbearing.

[He just chuckles at the hair petting dipping his head.]

Always a marvel you can actually reach.

It's a rather large blow, but hope will come. Though truthfully, you'll find it more from Lahabrea than I. I always felt as if he was the one keeping us moving. Finding solutions where naught seemed possible.

[The perks of being 7ft tall!]

He does always say you're the pessimist out of you two.

You've seen me in your memories. I have no doubts you agree.

But all will be well in time. And you can always stay here when it becomes too much to weather. We have a library if you'd like to learn or we can just relax.

Pessimistic and prone to taking matters a little too seriously. Though I would say you are somewhat different now from how you are in my memories.

[Tipping his head back, pls pet he]

Relaxation is what I seek right now, I would say. It... would be nice not to have to think. My thoughts run in circles and there are no answers. I'm just... tired.

Someone had to balance the two of you out.

[He kisses his forehead before he does pet him and run his fingers through his hair.]

And what calms you? Soothing music? The night sky? A good book to read?

[The touch is nice! He closes his eyes, sighing softly and leaning into it.]

...The night sky is part of it, yes. Working on something intricate. From my memories I've gathered that I enjoy watching the world around me, but that is not much solace here. All it does is remind me of our situation.

[He continues humming a nonsensical rhythm for a moment before finding the right words.]

You love life. You love puzzles. You love showing people in that way of yours how to build deeper bonds with others, and to test them in equal measure. You bask in the happiness of others.

But perhaps some old arcane puzzles might interest you. I am falling behind on my homework.

[He smiles a little apologetically at that. Showing people how to build deeper bonds...

Ah well, he'll shelve that thought away for the moment.]

That might be good, yes. I think I would like to keep holding onto things that remind me of home. That it's possible to return.

[...]

It's such a strange thing to be aware of my death. I would have thought that maybe it would spur me to fight for my life, but instead I feel all the... less present.

[it's called depression hyth]

It has been ages since I've given you my work and a red pen.

[He takes both of his hands and helps him stand up.]

Consider that sentence for a moment. To be aware of your death. Usually that's the finale then and there. The fact that we can gaze upon it while breathing is well, miraculous and unsettling at best.

It will take time to adjust.

[He takes his hands, squeezing lightly. It does help a little to be able to voice it at least.]

... Mm. I wonder if it is harder because we are meant to be immortal. Mortals cheat and flee death every day, but for us it is a truly final end...

[He shakes his head, trying to chase the thoughts away.]

Ah, but I wonder if my skills will measure up to your expectations.

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