[littl3chocobo]

he navigated the stairs with bowels of porridge and honey on the comb, the cook was just out of bed herself when he descended so nothing else was yet ready and he did not feel compelled to wait. he pushed open the door and found thalion staring angrily at the poleaxe. if it were anyone else he would have been sure to have remove the object from harms' way but as it was his talios he knew the other was simply trying to come to terms with it, he rolled his eyes and passed part of the food over, when it was out of his hands he took a moment to scratch his arm. he then sat next to the other on the bed. "are we staying or going?" he asked spooning around the honey for some porridge