Hell, if anything, it's just making him sleepy.
He doesn't know how he got on this side of the party, nor where Fiadh is. But he can stand here for a bit, and it feels strange. Being around people. Being a body. Being a person. He stares at the white wolf next to him, not quite at her but through her.
"Чья идея была провести это зимой? " His voice sounds small, dreamy even.
I'm doing very well I thank you
All this sympathy is starting to wear me down
I wish I was someone else
