[ Before, the stables were a source of comfort for a turmoiled soul but after the last bout of waking up with more memories than you went to bed with, Aidan has found a quiet determination taking the place of that uncertainty. He knows what he needs to do, back home. He knows he has to wait. He knows he'll probably not make it out alive on the other end,
Coming to peace with that may just have been the best thing for him. ]
They alright? [ He lingers at the door, keeping an eye on the outside. Temperature fluctuations, flying octopi, sudden gusts of wind and torrential rains... he's not going to turn his back on that. ]