Re: [(After)Life]
He needed to eat something that wasn't fish and bottomfeeders to feel better. He knew that. And with the entropic turmoil happening outside, he could get away with it with relative ease. But, first, he needed to let his mind clear of the endless droning. So, this—this shower was a fine first step, and Lear didn't rush himself as he leaned against the sanded stone wall. The water was already hot, but it didn't bother him. His skin didn't really react to the heat either. It remained pale and unmarred, save for the now-running dirt and blood that dribbled down to circle the drain.
Lear stood upright after a minute, to dip his head under the shower and let the water cascade over him. His eyes were closed a moment, opening, still under the spray, when Nel leaned nearby and offered a drink. Akvavit. He gave a low chuckle as he blinked through the water, unbothered, and took the glass. "Are we going to sing a snapsvisa?" It was a traditional Scandinavian drink, though the traditions varied widely country to country. He didn't bother with sipping. Lear downed the entirety of the glass in one swallow. He didn't savor the spices. He dangled the glass back toward his sister, in case she wanted to fill it again. Or just take it.
Another sniffle, and Lear moved toward the back of the shower, to sit on the stone bench. It was easier than standing. He was too tall for it to be comfortable, but it was still better than exerting effort. He opened his eyes to gaze coolly at Nel. "Got anything to smoke?"