He smiles at Henry, "Thank you," he says. "Both of you," he adds, nodding at Felix. "You've been very kind to us, and what you're doing for us..." he shakes his head. "Just, thank you."

Tobir tilts his head, thinking, and then nods, "Oh! I think I know the one," he bends down again and runs a finger over the spines of the books, eventually pulling one out from the bottom shelf, "This one?" It is, in fact, called 'The Talking Star'. 

"Yes!" Heri says jumping in place. He starts flipping through.

"It's no trouble. I wish I could've done more."

 "I am glad to be able to help you."

"You've done plenty," he tells Felix. "And just wanting to help is more than we usually get. Though, I'm aware my standards are considered low by most people," he admits, wry. Henry gets a fond, somewhat wistful smile, "I know I never truly met your parents, and they can hardly take credit for the person you are, but I am reminded all the same." 

The book is about a little boy who is afraid of the darkness. He tells the sky of his fears, and a star comes down to reassure him. The star teaches him that all things are connected, and that he doesn't need to be afraid of what lurks in the darkness. There's nothing unknown which he can't understand, in time. 

(While Heri reads, Tobir packs up some of the blocks, putting them, his stuffed dog, and the books into a box.)

Heri hugs tight to the book and the stuffed toy once he is done.

Shrug. "I am going by close enough."

"Felix, I am sorry, but do you mind if you could give us a moment of privacy?"

"Sure. I will just check in on the others."

The others are all off in the same direction. Alex and the other Henry are talking in the hall outside the infirmary. Inside the infirmary, Angel and Kenta can be seen near the bed where the healer on duty is checking over Kenta's mother again. She pronounces that Roaja should be waking up shortly. 

Remi watches him leave and then turns his gaze back to Henry, "Was there something you wanted to ask about?" 

"I am going to be blunt. Gabe and I, are together. Have been... since ever."

He blinks, "Ah... I don't see the problem?" He pauses, "Assuming you can't have children together? Or if you can, that you aren't. I could see such a close relation being a problem, then, though not one that couldn't be overcome." 

"...I am sure that there is some way to use crystal magic for that purpose, but is not one I will try to employ. And we have picked up our relationship to examine in all the ways we could." He makes a helpless gesture. "I am not sure how alts work, but I don't want to challenge whatever forces governs them too hard. And keeping a version of me and Gabe apart would be that."

"I don't have any insight on the topic, either. I haven't met any of my alts." He nods, "I suppose we will have to do our very best to convince Roaja that your world is the best option, then," he says. "I'm not willing to leave Tobir with her, or to separate him from his brother, either."

"I think that's everything," Tobir says, looking around. "The other you said they had magic that makes clothes and stuff, so we probably don't need those..." Back out into the hall?

Henry makes a face. "I would be willing to just... not mention, but that might be my vindictiveness talking. Mine... didn't react well once she figured out."

"Yeah," Heri follows. "It's only the two of you?"

"Mhm... Uncle Remi and Uncle Sirien were married," he adds quietly, looking down the hall at the bathroom door to make sure Remi isn't paying attention. 

He isn't - he's a bit busy with this conversation at the moment. "Do you think that's something which could be kept from her," he asks, frowning. "She might try to keep Heri and Kenta apart if she realizes the two of them are the same sort of person as the two of you, if that attitude carries over - not that she necessarily needs to know that," he adds.

"I am not sure." Henry says helplessly. "I think she will inevitably pick up a fight about it. But she was never good at dealing with peer pressure. 

"Yeah... do you know what happened?"

"Only a bit. Uncle Remi doesn't like to talk about it, and it was a blue trial, so..." He shrugs, eyes cast down, "I just know they said he did it. And they're still looking for us - me, Uncle Remi, and you - so Uncle Iri wouldn't tell them Uncle Remi is red, or who Mom really was."