Yvan.

[ Clive smiles a little as Joshua remembers, and chuckles softly to Dion in return, shaking his head. ]

A man who was trying to revive meals from the Fallens time. And many of us wish quite wish he'd have left them there.

[ He hears the note in Dions voice, and knows his brother will be tired as well again. He hesitates. He's not slept alone since he got here, yet there's a feeling of awkwardness, a feeling of intrusion, if he were to stay. He knows neither would chase him out and would argue, in fact, he stay but.

He's not blind to the lean. To the way his brothers eyes light up. And he trusts Dion with his brother's life.

He's not brooding, he's contemplating fiercely. Finally pushes himself up to stand, finding his shirt and pulling it on. Another good thing about trimming down his damn horns. ]

You two get some sleep. I'm going to take Torgal for a walk, I think. I can't get snails and scorpion tails out of my head now.

[ Torgal is instantly standing and moving to the door, hell yes. ]