Dutifully following Popp up the stairs, he listens as the boy continues to speak in a way that deflects the situation at hand. Themis shuts the door behind him and locks it before taking any other action. Popp deserves what privacy he may provide. And comfort. Privacy and comfort. To that end, Themis crosses the room and selects an extra blanket from a pile before settling himself next to Popp on the bed. With a flourish, the blanket is draped over both of their shoulders.

Popp's comfort may be provided in tandem with Themis's own.

"I have worked to improve what I was provided at the beginning. Would that my abilities were at their full strength, I would show you the wonders my people were capable of Creating. My tastes were never as ornate as some, but there was a certain style in Amaurot that I find myself missing even now."

But now is not the time to think of geometric patterns and lost civilizations. Now is for Popp. Themis slinks a hand around his shoulders beneath the blanket.

"...It was Avan that I saw, yes. What I presume to have been his end."