It's not the most uncomfortable transport he's ever been in. He still doesn't like being crowded, but he's learned to deal with that.

They are taken to somewhere outside city proper. A portal hub surrounded by warehouses.

Well. He'll look around for some cue on where he'll be helpful.

There is someone guiding people around. She asks if Parafi is really an Efrossian. If so he can help moving around stuff in the warehourse through that portal.

Yes, yes he is. And off he goes in the direction he's pointed.

Work?

Work.

Of the physical variety.

Moving boxes around mostly. His ability to manipulate heat only comes into play due the fact that the warehouse he is working on is in some kind of desert.

Yup. He can do that. And do his best to moderate the temperature around him. He's a hard worker, and stronger than he looks.

Eventually it's lunch break. People are called through the portal and too a large dinning hall.

It takes him a moment to remember he's being called as well, that he's not expected to just keep working. Then he follows other workers through.

People are various levels of talkative and joyful about their meals.

Parafi finds somewhere relatively out of the way to eat his own meal, and is thankful for it.

Workers eating by themselves is hardly the best social environment, but given how many of the workers come from all sort of places for all sort of reasons no one bothers him.

-Yeah, he's not particularly good at the whole 'socialising' thing, although some of that might be not realising it's allowed. (Even if the people talking around him suggests it is, he has no idea how to start a conversation with anyone.)

Maybe he should learn an ice-breaker. Like asking about the weather or where they are from.

Or maybe if they need healing. Parafi can someone slipping on the floor and knocking down several boxes on themselves.

-Yeah, he can offer healing there. (Part of him doesn't want to, doesn't want to be used for this but- but he doesn't want someone hurt, when they could be not.)

So he goes to do that.

Everyone is very grateful. Some people want the worker to go see a doctor, but their supervisor wants everyone to get back to work.

Well. Parafi wants to get back to work as well. He's not really used to gratitude being directed his way, and kind of wants to disappear.

Eventually people disperse.

Back to work then?

Yup.

Another coworker comes by and gives Parafi a small plastic box on behalf of the coworker he helped.

"Oh- I- y-you don't- have to?"

"Uh? Daris is the one that wanted you to have it? Just take it dude, it's just some sweet rolls inside a old jam box."

"O-oh. Okay. I- thank you?"

He gives a playful bow and walks away.

Parafi blinks after him in confusion, squirrels the box away (it's a little awkward but he manages it), and gets back to work.