[He swallows, some of his nervousness dissipating when it seems that Grit really doesn't mind him being here. He takes in their tired eyes. Their restless demeanor.
Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe he had just misread things after all.
Isol quickly toddles inside as well, closing the door behind him while being extra careful this time not to spill anything. The futon looks warm and welcoming in contrast to the Winter chill that seems to have no trouble seeping through the windows of the room.
That, coupled with what seems to be a look suggesting he make himself comfortable, is enough to finally completely calm Isol. He sets his mug down on the floor- careful, careful- and picks up the blanket, setting it over Grit's shoulders. Then he scoots in close, tugging it over himself as well.
Toasty. It reminds him of sitting in the kitchen with mom while she cooked dinner, the heat radiating from her enough to fill the room.
Just for the moment, he doesn't really want to talk.]
its super effective! in fact, the goat is dead, you killed the goat.
Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe he had just misread things after all.
Isol quickly toddles inside as well, closing the door behind him while being extra careful this time not to spill anything. The futon looks warm and welcoming in contrast to the Winter chill that seems to have no trouble seeping through the windows of the room.
That, coupled with what seems to be a look suggesting he make himself comfortable, is enough to finally completely calm Isol. He sets his mug down on the floor- careful, careful- and picks up the blanket, setting it over Grit's shoulders. Then he scoots in close, tugging it over himself as well.
Toasty. It reminds him of sitting in the kitchen with mom while she cooked dinner, the heat radiating from her enough to fill the room.
Just for the moment, he doesn't really want to talk.]