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[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. ]