[Death is so impermanent to him, and yet still so weighty. He's died around two dozen times, but it doesn't stop meaning something. He remembers mushroom planet, when they came back without Magnus, and he shoved his feelings down and said it was bullshit and didn't matter as Lup cried. You're wrong, she had said back. It matters so much more.

Taako sighs, dropping his shoulders. He's not looking at her, but he's just tired.]

I mean, I can't make you leave, so. Not the comfiest, but uh. I have like, pillows and shit.

[That Angus brought a few days ago. The boy keeps popping in and out to bring him food, and that's already more than he can handle. Why do so many people care?]

Not that you haven't taken a super long nap or anything.