(atalantelinde) Kana would have knocked on the door, but as of yet they only had tents and tent flaps, so he could only apologetically poke his head in.
"Maitimo?" It was a struggle to face his elder brother, after all that had happened, yet Kana would feel worse if he did not try. Besides, he had to set an example for the rest of their siblings. He took a deep breath, his demeanour despondent and downcast.
He had to get up.
The was the thing Maitimo most tried to hold himself. Perhaps he could not always manage to eat or walk or run as he once had. He had as of yet only just been able to lift his blade once more, and not for overlong. Yet he had to leave that accursed bed every day, and he would do it. So he sat at his desk. Or whatever sort of flimsy table passed for a desk, now. A kingdom of tents, he thought with grim amusement.
“Come in.” Maitimo’s gaze barely lifted from the letters and papers he was reading over. He wasn’t particularly absorbed, but his grey eyes remained averted.
