action;
[Rion does indeed close the door, and he follows Cain, mindful of Cain's feet and the stress of his bony wrists as he grips the railing. it's weird, seeing what is his own body deteriorate even more than the one he sees in the mirror.]
...I guess that's why you're dressed that way. Sometimes I get really hot, too—like my skin's on fire. Or I get really cold. Fevers.
[Rion just sits on the last step.]
It probably used to be that way for you, too... But now I suppose it's worse.