"This is where you stay?" The Captain looked around the small dorm with a frown, it was more like a broom closet, a small enclosure that they had shoved a bed into and left him to his own. Inca nods silently, as ever, and steps around him into the small room. "It's so small."
Inca spares him a timid look over his shoulder, turning slightly. 'Im small.'
He smiles in amusement. "Yes, you most certainly are, it's endearing."
The Virtue steps into the small room, coming to stand over his shoulder as he packs his things into a small satchel, he doesn't have very much. It makes him frown again. "You don't have very much."
'The vendors don't like me taking their stuff. They say I'm broken. I don't need very much.'
"You are far from broken." He leans forward, picking up a small book, it's leather bound, and ties shut. "What's this?"
'My journal.' Inca takes the book from his hands and stuffs it in the satchel he holds. 'I like to draw in my free time.'
Oren nods, learning more about the boy he's decided to take under wing, to stay with him in his room, was something he took with welcoming arms. Inca finished his packing, there wasn't very much for him to pack away, and he turned to face the older angel when he was ready. "Ready to go?"
The young healer nods, settling the strap of the satchel over his shoulder, his fingers curling around it tightly in his nervousness. Oren nods in return, turning them both back around to the door, curling his fingers around his outer shoulder, his inner shoulder rubs against his side as they walk out of the tiny room together
Others come to stand at the doors of their dorms, watching the Virtue escort the uppity angel down the hall, so shamed that he can't even speak, in their minds. Inca shrinks into himself at their looks, shrinking against the Virtue despite the little voice in his head telling him to keep the distance between them, Oren's fingers tighten around his shoulder. He's seen their looks as well.
Humming to himself, he looks down at the muted healer, rubbing his shoulder lightly. "We'll drop your things off upstairs and then head down to see the vendors." Inca nods silently, Oren smiles lightly, as the others whisper among each other as they pass, and when he feels a small hand curl into the back of his tunic, resting against the small of his back.
They step out of the hall back into the Infirmary floor, and he guides him around the edge, up to the stone stairs that lead up to the Loft above. Inca looks around as they enter, eyes widen in awe and curiousness, he's never seen where the Virtues lived before. Not a lot of the younger angels have had that honor, and yet he, a broken muted angel, was one of those few who did get to see it.
"This is the lounge." Oren gestures to the wide open room, cushioned benches pushed up against smooth stone walls, large pillows and fluffy throw blankets lay strewn about. "This is where we cook and eat." He follows the gesture to the large fireplace, embers glowing under the large cauldron pot, a counter next to it stocked full of vegetables and the such, a wooden table with wooden benches. "This is where our rooms are, they're all down the hall," Oren leads him to the one on the far right. "This is our stop." He points down the hall, to the end, an archway leads into something. "The washroom is at the end of the hall."
There's already a second bed in his room, made up nicely, blankets pulled back for someone to slip under them. Pillows fluffed and ready for a head to lay upon them. His brothers work fast. Oren walks him up to the second bed. "This will be yours."
Inca stares at it for a moment, reaching down to rub his fingers over the soft quilt covering the top, the fingers curled in the back of his tunic tighten and he rubs his shoulder comfortingly. "What's wrong?" He frowns lightly. "Do you not like it?"
The young healer looks up at him, eyes shimmering, and his frown deepens slightly at the unexpected reaction. 'It is so big.'
He nods, the matter dawning on him softly, and he rubs at his shoulder lightly. "Well, you're very small, I'm sure everything is quite big compared to you."
His young eyes narrow slightly. 'I am not that small.'
"You're about the size of a fledgling, I'd say." He chuckles at the look he receives for such a comment and gestures to the bed with his free hand. "Set your things down, we can head on down to the vendors to take a look at what they have, we can put your things away when we get back."
'Why are you being so nice to me?'
Oren smiles down at him, raising his hands. 'Because you deserve some kindness.'
He guides the satchel off his shoulder, leaning forward to set it on the bed, Inca watches him carefully as he stands back up again. "We'll get you some new tunics while we're there," he turns them back around for the door. "I saw you stuff only two in there. And some new trousers too. Is there anything you know you want?"
'A lamp.'
"A lamp?" The Virtue looks down at him in confusion, it's an odd request. "Why a lamp?"
'I am scared of the dark.' The little healer looks so ashamed of it.
"Okay, not a problem, we'll be sure to get you a lamp too." They take the stairs slowly, one at a time, down to the Infirmary floor. "Do you need a new journal? How about some new pencils?" Inca nods shyly and he smiles down at him. "We'll take a look at everything and you grab what you need."
'But what if—'
"If anyone gives you any trouble, you let me handle it."
