fragile minds

Xochipilli had never expected to see anyone but Inala from Rajmael. It was... almost a relief to know that not everyone had died. But the worst part was that he'd be wondering; had they been taken to Tevinter? Were they elsewhere, thinking their clan was entirely gone...?

He was quiet, as he rubbed Shae's back. C'mon. Cara's not home tonight, so I'll take you to my hut. Cara kept his own hut, though they often shared a home. Chip's had an extra room, a separate bed than his, because he often had guests who needed a temporary place to stay.

He moved to stand, pulling Shae with him. There's a bed for you, might have to get some clean blankets... He'd make the bed up for her, though. Chip was surprisingly domestic, though that should be no surprise given that he ran a clan. He wasn't presumptuous enough to assume Shae'd share his bed; though he wouldn't say no if she made a move. But right now, she just seemed sad. Unsure... Flighty. And he'd rather see her calm and comfortable than any of those things.