The sudden move for his chest kicks Eleven into higher alertness, but as tense moments pass and the hand falls away, he settles again. There's nothing left there to steal, anyway. Perhaps Archeval had sensed that.
His eyes find a matching set of clean clothing laid out beside him as his companion moves about, but knows he'll need a wash before he can even think about changing.
Eleven fumbles the cup thrust into his hands, then spares only enough time to be sure it's something drinkable before taking a long draught from it.
"I'm a little better," he assesses, then swiftly finishes off his water. "Still a bit tired, but if food and baths are available.."
Whatever it is that Archeval has doesn't look wildly appetizing, but it's more than they'd had before. He can't help but smile to think they all made it, however. So much had been set against them: the cold, lack of supplies, and the long trek with undead haunting their steps. But even with all that, he hadn't failed anyone. It's something to take comfort in.
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His eyes find a matching set of clean clothing laid out beside him as his companion moves about, but knows he'll need a wash before he can even think about changing.
Eleven fumbles the cup thrust into his hands, then spares only enough time to be sure it's something drinkable before taking a long draught from it.
"I'm a little better," he assesses, then swiftly finishes off his water. "Still a bit tired, but if food and baths are available.."
Whatever it is that Archeval has doesn't look wildly appetizing, but it's more than they'd had before. He can't help but smile to think they all made it, however. So much had been set against them: the cold, lack of supplies, and the long trek with undead haunting their steps. But even with all that, he hadn't failed anyone. It's something to take comfort in.