Re: [Madrasa Bou Inania.]
[Misha broke away then, to go lean against the wall, and Damian stood, as useless as a buoy lost a sea. He wrung his hands together for lack of anything else to do, before the angel offered his hand. Gladly, he took it, and he drew up close. He leaned into Misha, tucking himself against the boy's side, and he listened to Misha talk of his unhappiness. Damian tried to keep his mouth closed, to not interrupt or ask clarifying questions. And he managed. He waited, perhaps not patiently, but he did wait. He could feel Misha's sense of... what? Helplessness? Like there was too much going on. He ought have been expecting Lyssa to come up, but he was not, and Damian tried not to appear too guilty at the reintroduction of the topic, though they both were aware it was his fault she was an issue at all. Damian continued to wait, unspeaking, and, as predicted, Misha continued.
Once the angel was finished, after the chorea of an uncertain smile, Damian kept close, his nose tucked to pale throat.] I wish to do these things too. [His mind helped him try to go through the topics covered.] ...If you think medication would help hush things, but that it is not the answer, what is the answer? When you are open to everything around you, it can become too much, no? What... what—How would an angel react to things? You said people tell you to react as humans do. How would an angel react? Is this what you ought do? [Next: Nilus.] You will be okay in the Quiet Home. You will be scared, but you will be able to get him out and then you will not go back. And remember, even when you are there, you are not a patient. They cannot keep you, no matter what. I will make certain of that, as well. I will go there with you, yes? [New presence.] I will discover what this new presence is as well. [Lyssa.] How would you keep me safe? [Claire's house.] I think perhaps you ought not go back to Claire's. [Was that everything?] Perhaps once this business is done with Nilus, we can go somewhere, whether it is convenient or not?