[ Go on and sleep, new friend. Pell just smiles again, thinking maybe he's finally tired enough himself to get some rest on the couch. It helps that someone is around... he leaves the door open and almost hopes that the alien snores. Glacius. It's appropriate, with how cold the alien is. He's still shivering a bit after such long contact, and pulls his cloak out to use as a blanket before heading for the other room. When he hits the couch he curls up under it, his arm as a pillow.
Unsurprisingly Pell wakes up first, reaching out as always for someone beside him that isn't there and nearly rolling off the couch. But it was a good sleep -- he's not sure how long it was but it was long enough to dream (glimpses of home that he tries to shake off so they don't hurt) and that's better than he's done since arriving. The pounding in his head has subsided a great deal, so he must have slept awhile. It's dark outside, in any case. He pokes in on the sleeping alien to confirm that he is in fact still here, still an alien, and still sleeping, and decides to do something for food. Does the ice alien eat hot things? Pell will find out, he supposes, and when Glacius wakes he'll smell a stew and hear the soft clinking of a spoon against the side of a pot. It's just made from canned stuffs and monster meat but it smells pretty good. Like actual food, anyway, instead of the tins it came out of.
Pell's standing in the kitchen area of the main room with freshly braided hair, cloak now draped over the arm of the couch. He looks much less exhausted and party-frazzled than before. ]
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Unsurprisingly Pell wakes up first, reaching out as always for someone beside him that isn't there and nearly rolling off the couch. But it was a good sleep -- he's not sure how long it was but it was long enough to dream (glimpses of home that he tries to shake off so they don't hurt) and that's better than he's done since arriving. The pounding in his head has subsided a great deal, so he must have slept awhile. It's dark outside, in any case. He pokes in on the sleeping alien to confirm that he is in fact still here, still an alien, and still sleeping, and decides to do something for food. Does the ice alien eat hot things? Pell will find out, he supposes, and when Glacius wakes he'll smell a stew and hear the soft clinking of a spoon against the side of a pot. It's just made from canned stuffs and monster meat but it smells pretty good. Like actual food, anyway, instead of the tins it came out of.
Pell's standing in the kitchen area of the main room with freshly braided hair, cloak now draped over the arm of the couch. He looks much less exhausted and party-frazzled than before. ]