Mori chuckled at the mention of the bite, but listened to the Tailor talk and considered the reawakening memories of the night previous. The sleeplessness, the Tailor's evident nightmare, the vulnerability they shared. Every word spoken had been without overthinking, without fear or shame, without practice or poise. Stubborn and restless and both nothing like and everything like the youth that attempted to help them, even after a nightmare.

Mori found themselves smiling, hoping there was an understanding, that the Tailor was well on their way to becoming family, that a father's heart could be big enough for all his children. "If I cannot stop you, then I will not. I'll make us a small breakfast, if you can fix up tea and set the table? You've already done too much this morning, just rest a wee moment."

Mori made the effort to stand, a prolonged action that required a multitude of strange sounds and joints popping, but eventually got Mori into a standing position. He checked the watch left on the desk as he wound it and tucked it into his pants. "You'll want to wake Tularemia as well. She'll be by with word of Enoch's return, if we set her on course now."