[ kabru offers mithrun a nod, and selects a sandwich for himself. there's some— similarity here to how things were in the dungeon. rooms appearing from nowhere, sitting beside mithrun and eating whatever they could find. he gives the elf a gentle nudge, nodding to the container. ] Eat too, captain.

[ apparently, even displaced and whisked off to a new land, he can't not mother-hen mithrun.

there's silence as kabru finishes his lunch— the last meal he had was probably back home, before he'd been spirited away to amani. and he polishes off quite a few of the sandwiches, fussing over mithrun at the same time.

their meal tidied up, he slumps back now— hit with both the drowsiness after a meal, and the culmination of. everything that's happened up until now. the library room is quiet, and being surrounded by books and the soft light from the reading lamp makes the space feel very contained. he's fighting off the tiredness, though, and shuffles over on the chaise to make space for mithrun, gesturing with his chin. ] Maybe we can talk a bit more. If you'd like. I don't have much of a grasp on this place yet, I'll be the one leaning on you, this time.

[ a softer look follows. ]

Sit with me?