[ Amos ignores the odd passerby who does, indeed, do a double take to look at Demeisen, the all of him out there as the two of them walk through the snow together. Yeah. What're you gonna do?

At least Demeisen is starting to seem open to the concept of clothing. (The food part, Amos ignores. Food is great. Everyone should have some.) That, and — okay, at least the guy isn't a total freak, because, ] Didn't know if the dirt was bothering you. Yeah, you can wash off at Yima's. One of the best feelings in the world after you've been where you just were, right? There're bathhouses to soak in up north, too.

[ Spoken like a biological creature who has not always had access to the glory that is simply submerging oneself in water. Bathhouses don't quite meet the same reverence in his voice as Yima does, but it's close.

Which, considering, he shoots Demeisen a look. ]

You're probably going to want to sign up for the duration, though. I mean — there ain't exactly anywhere else to go. It's the end of all universes; you're going to need to stay somewhere.

[ Technically he could go to Springstar, or camp out in Alenroux or Kowloon, but... nah. Highstorm's got everything covered, right here. ]