Okay, eventually, they do have to go to bed though.

-oh. Yes. Sleep is a thing. He apologises, reflexively, for keeping them from it.

Is he concealing a sorcery gift that causes compulsion or something? No? Then there is nothing to apologize.

Oh. Okay. Well...he thanks them for their time instead, and bids them a good night.

Good night. Feliaris pauses for a moment. "Would you like a hug?"

Pause, confused blink. "I- a hug?"

"Like, when you put arms around other people so they feel better. It's Feliaris go-to reaction to all things."

"Oh. I- yes, if you want?"

Feliaris gives him his best encouraging smile. "It's okay if you don't want to. I am offering because it helps."

"I- I've never had one," he admits. (Not that he remembers.) "So I- don't know. It's-" Pauses, briefly struggles with his words, and his phrasing. "I would not mind trying."

Well, that's heartbreakingly sad and Feliaris is hugging him now.

-Oh. That's-

That's nice. It doesn't hurt.

He's hesitant, doesn't seem to know what to do with his arms for a moment before cautiously hugging back.

Aww. Hug.

Hug is good, but after a moment, he starts to pull back slightly, they do both need to sleep after all.

Feliaris lets go gently and gives Parafi a smile. "Don't hesitate to ask if you ever need another one."

He smiles back shyly and nods (a little hesitant). "I- yes, okay?"

"Okay, let's quit while we are ahead and now make the situation weird. See you tomorrow, Parafi." He flashes a grin.

"G'night," he nods, and will make his way back towards the room he was given.

The room is there mostly undisturbed, except people left two changes of clothes by a bed.

He doesn't think too hard about that, thinks of everything else they've already given him, and knows his clothes are tatty. Still. He can sleep in them.

So he sleeps, wakes early, and goes in search of somewhere to clean up before he changes.

He can somewhat easily find a place to shower. There are people there, but there are stalls and no one is undressed outside of the stalls or anything.

-Good. That's good. He slides into one, cleans himself quickly, dries and changes into clean clothes - and he won't admit to just how good that feels.

Then he goes to find the meeting point for being taken to work. Yesterday was...good. But unsettling. He needs to do something more physical.

There are some people there, a rather varied group. Someone is distributing flatbread with jam and coffee around.

He'll gratefully take the flatbread. Coffee isn't something he's had much experience with, and he didn't particularly enjoy it the few times he had it.

No one forces coffee on him. They are sorted by size so the tallest people can go on the tall van. Then they are sent off. The vans are a bit cramped.