"Find ye a roll, then." It was absent, thoughtless -- and only as it settled between them, silence beginning to take it over, did he realize that meant he had to
move, to straighten out of his comfortable slump. The thought made him smile, distractedly thinking about every time someone-or-other had tried to get him into this state.
It was fragile. It took him a moment to catch his feet, patting Wren on the nose, but then he was in motion again, lightly hopping up into the caravan to root through old trunks, to come up with blanketting and pad which had, perhaps, once belonged to someone else. Long gone, now.
"Do appreciate the song, I just wanted te say..." He offered it almost absently along with the supplies.
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