Ianchus hasn't stopped wandering Hadriel since everyone has reappeared. Even just seeing people puts his heart at ease. If he was less tired, he wouldn't be able to stop grinning, but his cheeks haven't yet filled back out (he's sure they will, though, once he gets back to the alcohol in the speakeasy. And...once the fruit trees grow back).
He spends the first couple days soaking in the Hot Springs, his favorite place. But even he can only do that so much, possessed by a lingering restlessness that no doubt ties into his ordeals.
He hasn't been on the North Island often, but something pulled him toward it--maybe it was the fact that he'd met his companions there. And that's where he sees--
--it takes him a moment to recognize Carlisle. The man looks...absolutely, utterly awful.
Perhaps most of their interactions have been poking fun at each other. But the concern that lances through him is all too real. He approaches from the other side of a shrub, his voice soft.
Memorial Garden
He spends the first couple days soaking in the Hot Springs, his favorite place. But even he can only do that so much, possessed by a lingering restlessness that no doubt ties into his ordeals.
He hasn't been on the North Island often, but something pulled him toward it--maybe it was the fact that he'd met his companions there. And that's where he sees--
--it takes him a moment to recognize Carlisle. The man looks...absolutely, utterly awful.
Perhaps most of their interactions have been poking fun at each other. But the concern that lances through him is all too real. He approaches from the other side of a shrub, his voice soft.
"Are you...alright?"