Elsewhere the Vaesteri talk.

"You didn't mention that we knew that he was lying about not having other powers."

"I made a guess... He is very obviously on the edge and I don't think he is believing us. Telling him that we knew wasn't a priority and would only make him more stressed."

"Aaaand it's much better if we find out that we have been lying by omission."

"Tell the truth if he asks." Dal-Yora says just a tad exasperated. "Just let him have his rest first. It's bad enough that your brother provoked him."

"Sorry."

The other two brothers...

...give her extremely unimpressed looks.

Which causes Dal-Yora to reconsider saying. "You're not supposed to apologize to me."

Instead she, honestly, changes her mind and says. "Everyone makes mistakes. You managed to salvage the situation quite nicely."

Parafi doesn't sleep for long (he never does, survives on fits and spurts of rest grabbed whenever he can).

He lies awake for a little while, staring at the bottom of the bed above him. His stomach reminds him he hasn't eaten in... Too long. And he could-

But he isn't managing to plan anything, can't seem to fit his head right around the idea that he needs to make decisions now. He takes a deep breath, and slides from under the bed, remaking it quickly. Then he heads for the door, pausing to see of he can sense anyone in the immediate vicinity.

No one immediately on the other side of the door. Three people in a room diagonally across his (he does remember that there is no door in that the section of the wall so the room opens to a different area) and another person down the hallway, near the stairs.

...alright then. He'll venture out. He keeps himself small, unnoticeable, and makes his way back towards the main hall.

The person at the stairs notices him. "Hey, you're awake. Granny wanted me to show you around."

He goes briefly still and then nods. "Yes sir," he agrees.

That is sure a tendency to go still very often. "Okay... call me Teronmas," he says in a tone that's very obviously trying to be soothing, "do you need anything?"

He considers for a moment. "I could- use a little to eat? If that's- not a problem?" (See him, not calling Teronmas 'sir', even if it sounds like he wants to add the word.)

"Sure. I will show you the kitchen."

He starts leading Parafi down.

"So, first time visiting Milirevi?"

"Thank you," he gives a slight bow as he follows.

"Mm. Yes? I think so. I- never really knew. Where I was." He winces as he admits to that.

"You traveled a lot?"

He shrugs slightly. "Went where I was taken. Didn't always see much." (That he wasn't supposed to be fighting or destroying.)

"Why?"

"...Because that's...what they wanted? What they told me to do?"

"Okay..." Even he is not tactless enough to ask clarifications. He just clenches his fists.

Hey, here is the kitchen. Currently empty. "So, what sort of things do you usually eat?"

"...Whatever's easiest, sir?" he says, not quite submissively. "I eat what I'm given."

"Alright." He looks Parafi up and down. "I will grab you the large plate."

He does that and starts grabbing food. He throws a pear for Parafi to nom while he assembles a sandwich.

"...the pear would be fine, sir, thank you?" he says, a little perplexed. But he does nom the pear.