[ With things having settled down for the most part, the fae have begun urging their guests to rest and relax, while others have been rounding up the healthy and able to distribute medicine and dressings to the wounded after the ant fiasco. This is how a young boy, completely lost in appearance, ends up with a too-large basket in both hands as he wanders from person to person to see if they need anything.
In all honesty, he had thought it a dream at first, but the more time he spends in the company of these strange creatures, the more he's realizing that this is very much real. He doesn't get it, of course, but he'd already done the whole "cowering in a corner" thing before someone had found him and coaxed him into making himself useful, so that's what he's trying to do now, even if he's still confused as to what this is.
Still, the errands at least allow him to focus on something other than panicking and hyperventilating, so Dokja shuffles over to the next person he spots, their height rather intimidating as he nervously approaches from behind. He's still got the basket in both hands as he stops a short distance away. ]
Um...
[ That's really all he manages as he waits for the stranger to turn around, and when he does, he'll be greeted with a small, frail-looking boy littered in bandages. They cover parts of his cheeks, his neck, and there's a peek of even more around his wrists from where long sleeves don't hide them. But there's a familiarity to him, too, with his dark hair and darker eyes that hold too much sadness in them for a boy his age. ]
eustace.
In all honesty, he had thought it a dream at first, but the more time he spends in the company of these strange creatures, the more he's realizing that this is very much real. He doesn't get it, of course, but he'd already done the whole "cowering in a corner" thing before someone had found him and coaxed him into making himself useful, so that's what he's trying to do now, even if he's still confused as to what this is.
Still, the errands at least allow him to focus on something other than panicking and hyperventilating, so Dokja shuffles over to the next person he spots, their height rather intimidating as he nervously approaches from behind. He's still got the basket in both hands as he stops a short distance away. ]
Um...
[ That's really all he manages as he waits for the stranger to turn around, and when he does, he'll be greeted with a small, frail-looking boy littered in bandages. They cover parts of his cheeks, his neck, and there's a peek of even more around his wrists from where long sleeves don't hide them. But there's a familiarity to him, too, with his dark hair and darker eyes that hold too much sadness in them for a boy his age. ]