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[calcitrants]

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[luciing]

[ His steps fall short of reaching him, but when Ignis turns to face him, their eyes lock. Somnus holds his gaze as the rain continues to fall.

...Often enough, they meet when the island has some sort of enchantment or extra incident occurring. For a moment, he wonders if the other man stands enchanted by the water. That is not the case here. Ignis is not lost to enchantment, but perhaps lost in thought to something else. Grief? Anger? He can guess the former, perhaps, given present circumstances....

Regardless, he needs to be ushered out of this wed, relentless cold, lest illness befall him. He raises a hand, motioning it towards himself. ]

Follow.

[ As numb as he appears to the weather, perhaps he will be absent in heart enough to be compliant, so that Somnus might bring to shelter. ]

[calcitrants]

[ he should be more put-together than this. the man staring at him through the rain is the foundation on which all the kings of lucis are built, and yet ignis is here, mourning his prince's absence, dreading what will come for him after.

he takes a moment to register the command, and ignis hesitates only for a moment before he complies and follows after him quietly. after all, what else can he do, what does it matter? ]

[luciing]

[ In silence, they form a two-man procession back to Somnus' residence. Meager but neat, clean, and with evidence of skilled carpentry making it far more livable than it had been when he first arrived, the abode is, above all, what is necessary in this moment: shelter. Dry. Warm.

Somnus unclasps his cloak to set it aside, allowing the thick fabric to slowly drip dry over fenestrated tile. Entering further, an absent-minded wave of his hand casts a small flare of flames to the fireplace, igniting it to the hospitable sound of crackling logs and embers.

Backlit by the flames, not an iota of amber light refracts in his eyes as he returns his gaze to him. Nevertheless, he gestures from Ignis to the warmth of the fire. ]

Come hither. Be lost near the flames, not the gelid raid.

[ For that is what Ignis looks like to Somnus: lost. ]