> Usually when your house is this lively, it’s for a better reason.
Oxy gingerly stitches up your head wound so it won’t heal weird the next time you drink.
Jay sticks close, offers his hand for squeezing as Oxy works. You don’t need it, the pills Dave had brought you made quick work of the worst of your pain, but you take it anyway.
Dave, in the meantime, has set up shop in front of the transportalizer, guarding it, you, everybody from whatever the forces might think to send your way.
Martha has taken a spot beside Dave. For the same reasons, maybe; she stands at the ready and keeps her head on a swivel between the transportalizer and the front door. Good dog.
Dirk... Dirk worries you. You’re freshly revived, and yet, he looks even worse off. Dull eyes, blank expression. You pity him. He’s seen too much, you wish it could have been Cath or Jingle, somebody less emotionally invested in you.
And then, a newcomer. A troll of some significant stature, his arrival puts you on edge until you’re told that he is Dirk’s moirail. Equius, you remember being told about him. Anybody who can help Dirk is welcome in your home right about now.
> When things settle down, you should cook something. Seems you were going to have a full house tonight.
