[ Still a bit dazed, Rhy sinks into the cushioned seat, pulling the blanket close around himself. There is a realization, faintly, that now that he's free maybe he can make things again -- so he materializes a cup of tea in his hands as well, at just the right temperature to warm his palms but also drink. It works perfectly, exactly the way he wanted, and he's so startled and relieved, he almost starts crying again.
But he can't stay here. As the fog lifts and he begins to realize he's really free to go, the urge to return grows stronger.
When he's finished downing the tea, Rhy reaches a hand out to the moogle, taking his little paw gently. ]
It's okay, little one. I know. [ He exhales a sigh that is almost a laugh. No offense taken. He's sure he looks completely awful. But, despite that, he's actually starting to feel a tiny bit more himself. ]
But I'm afraid you cannot come with me.
[ He moves to stand again, letting the teacup disappear wherever it had come from. ]
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But he can't stay here. As the fog lifts and he begins to realize he's really free to go, the urge to return grows stronger.
When he's finished downing the tea, Rhy reaches a hand out to the moogle, taking his little paw gently. ]
It's okay, little one. I know. [ He exhales a sigh that is almost a laugh. No offense taken. He's sure he looks completely awful. But, despite that, he's actually starting to feel a tiny bit more himself. ]
But I'm afraid you cannot come with me.
[ He moves to stand again, letting the teacup disappear wherever it had come from. ]
Thank you. For taking care of me.